_Mon Dieu!_ was she going to die?
Shivering and haggard she perceived that it was still daylight.

Wouldn't the night ever come?
How long the time seems when the stomach is empty! Hers was waking up in its turn and beginning to torture her.

Sinking down on the chair, with her head bent and her hands between her legs to warm them, she began to think what they would have for dinner as soon as Coupeau brought the money home: a loaf, a quart of wine and two platefuls of tripe in the Lyonnaise fashion.

Three o'clock struck by father Bazouge's clock.

Yes, it was only three o'clock.