[L’Assommoir by Emile Zola]@TWC D-Link bookL’Assommoir CHAPTER I 12/81
"You are not going to begin any of your nonsense, I hope!" He had pushed her aside.
Then, with a gesture of ill-humor he threw his black felt hat to the chest of drawers.
He was a young fellow of twenty-six years of age, short and very dark, with a handsome figure, and slight moustaches which his hand was always mechanically twirling. He wore a workman's overalls and an old soiled overcoat, which he had belted tightly at the waist, and he spoke with a strong Provencal accent. Gervaise, who had fallen back on her chair, gently complained, in short sentences: "I've not had a wink of sleep.
I feared some harm had happened to you.
Where have you been? Where did you spend the night? For heaven's sake! Don't do it again, or I shall go crazy.
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