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L’Assommoir

CHAPTER VII
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He took all the water pitchers from the table.

Do respectable citizens ever drink water?
Did she want to grow frogs in her stomach?
Many glasses were emptied at one gulp.

You could hear the liquid gurgling its way down the throats like rainwater in a drainpipe after a storm.

One might say it was raining wine.

_Mon Dieu!_ the juice of the grape was a remarkable invention.


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