Also, I'd like not to be beaten up, if I ever again live with a man.

It's not my idea of amusement." She pondered, thinking if there was anything else she wanted, but there wasn't anything of importance.

Then, after a moment she went on, "Yes, when one reaches the end, one might wish to die in one's bed.

For myself, having trudged through life, I should like to die in my bed, in my own home." And she rose from her seat.

Coupeau, who cordially approved her wishes, was already standing up, anxious about the time.