[Nana. The Miller’s Daughter. Captain Burle. Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola]@TWC D-Link bookNana. The Miller’s Daughter. Captain Burle. Death of Olivier Becaille CHAPTER II 32/72
He had settled himself on the bench in the anteroom, and the fellow was free to twiddle his thumbs till night--there wasn't the least hurry now. "Come, buck up!" said Nana, still torpid with laziness and yawning and stretching afresh.
"I ought to be there now!" Yet she did not budge but kept watching the play of her aunt, who had just announced four aces.
Chin on hand, she grew quite engrossed in it but gave a violent start on hearing three o'clock strike. "Good God!" she cried roughly. Then Mme Maloir, who was counting the tricks she had won with her tens and aces, said cheeringly to her in her soft voice: "It would be better, dearie, to give up your expedition at once." "No, be quick about it," said Mme Lerat, shuffling the cards.
"I shall take the half-past four o'clock train if you're back here with the money before four o'clock." "Oh, there'll be no time lost," she murmured. Ten minutes after Zoe helped her on with a dress and a hat.
It didn't matter much if she were badly turned out.
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