But that's over, he's been turned away from everywhere, and, for two months now, he's been lying in this nook waiting to die.

The landlord hasn't dared to fling him into the street as yet, though not for want of any inclination that way.

We others sometimes bring him a little wine and a crust, of course; but when one has nothing oneself, how can one give to others ?" Pierre, terrified, gazed at that frightful remnant of humanity, that remnant into which fifty years of toil, misery and social injustice had turned a man.

And he ended by distinguishing Laveuve's white, worn, sunken, deformed head.

Here, on a human face, appeared all the ruin following upon hopeless labour.