Soon nothing remained but a table, a chair, his bed, and the clothes on his back.

He ended by exchanging the walnut-wood bedstead for a plain strap one.

When he had exhausted all his resources, he cried with rage; and, with the fierce pallor of a man who is resigned to suicide, he went to look for the bundle of osier that he had forgotten in some corner for a quarter of a century past.

As he took it up he seemed to be lifting a mountain.
However, he again began to plait baskets and hampers, while denouncing the human race for their neglect.
It was particularly at this time that he talked of dividing and sharing the riches of the wealthy.

He showed himself terrible.