"Here! Bibi, throw this money in his face, the limb of Satan!" Then, excited and annoyed at seeing Coupeau with his bag slung over his shoulder, he continued speaking to the zinc-worker: "You look like a wet-nurse.

Drop your brat.

It'll give you a hump-back." Coupeau hesitated an instant; and then, quietly, as though he had only made up his mind after considerable reflection, he laid his bag on the ground saying: "It's too late now.

I'll go to Bourguignon's after lunch.

I'll tell him that the missus was ill.