Big tears coursed down her cheeks and fell onto her bread.

She still ate, gluttonously devouring this bread thus moistened by her tears, and breathing very hard all the while.

Goujet compelled her to drink to prevent her from stifling, and her glass chinked, as it were, against her teeth.
"Will you have some more bread ?" he asked in an undertone.
She cried, she said "no," she said "yes," she didn't know.

Ah! how nice and yet how painful it is to eat when one is starving.
And standing in front of her, Goujet looked at her all the while; under the bright light cast by the lamp-shade he could see her well.

How aged and altered she seemed! The heat was melting the snow on her hair and clothes, and she was dripping.