And it happened just under a gas-lamp; she could see her deformed shadow swaying on the snow like a real caricature.

You would have said she was drunk.

_Mon Dieu!_ not to have a crust of bread, or a drop of wine in her body, and to be taken for a drunken women! It was her own fault, why did she booze?
Goujet no doubt thought she had been drinking, and that she was up to some nasty pranks.
He looked at her while the snow scattered daisies over his beautiful yellow beard.

Then as she lowered her head and stepped back he detained her.
"Come," said he.
And he walked on first.

She followed him.