Naturally enough she received a hiding, and then she gluttonously fell on a crust of stale bread and went to sleep, worn out, with the last mouthful between her teeth.
Then this sort of life continued.

As soon as she was somewhat recovered she would go off and not a sight or sound of her.

Weeks or months would pass and she would suddenly appear with no explanation.

The Coupeaus got used to these comings and goings.

Well, as long as she didn't leave the door open.