31/98 At first he always fibbed; there was a donation to charity, or some money slipped through the hole in his pocket, or he paid off some imaginary debts. Later, he didn't even bother to make up anything. He had nothing left because it had all gone into his stomach. This rarely worked though, because Coupeau's comrades would warn him and the money would disappear into his shoe or someone else's pocket. They accused their bad luck; they pretended that fate was against them. |