One never knows until one's ready.

Oh, yes; one's glad to go one day! Take me away! Take me away and I shall thank you!" She fell on her knees, all shaken with a desire which caused her to turn ghastly pale.

Never before had she thus dragged herself at a man's feet.
Old Bazouge's ugly mug, with his mouth all on one side and his hide begrimed with the dust of funerals, seemed to her as beautiful and resplendent as a sun.

The old fellow, who was scarcely awake thought, however, that it was some sort of bad joke.
"Look here," murmured he, "no jokes!" "Take me away," repeated Gervaise more ardently still.

"You remember, I knocked one evening against the partition; then I said that it wasn't true, because I was still a fool.