A large red mark under each barrel showed that the hands of the drinkers wire no longer steady.

A cake-seller had taken up his place at the other side, and was kneading a last batch of paste, while his apprentice was ringing a bell which hung over the iron cooking-stove to attract customers.

There was an odor of rancid butter, spilled wine, and paraffin oil.
Adjoining the ballroom, a merry-go-round; which had been the delight of the village urchins all day, appealed for custom by the aid of a barrel-organ on which a woman in a white bodice was playing the waltz from 'Les Cloches de Corneville'.
The animation of this fete, in the midst of which Madame Desvarennes suddenly appeared, was a happy diversion from the serious thoughts which beset her.

She remembered that Serge and Micheline must be there.
She came from under the shadow of the avenue into the full light.

On recognizing her, all the workpeople, who were seated, rose.