"I packed up three more to-day who would only have been too glad to have given me something for myself, could they but have got their hands to their pockets.

But, little woman, it's not so easily settled as all that--" "Take me away, take me away," continued Gervaise, "I want to die." "Ah! but there's a little operation to be gone through beforehand--you know, glug!" And he made a noise in his throat, as though swallowing his tongue.
Then, thinking it a good joke, he chuckled.
Gervaise slowly rose to her feet.

So he too could do nothing for her.
She went to her room and threw herself on her straw, feeling stupid, and regretting she had eaten.

Ah! no indeed, misery did not kill quickly enough..