The crowd of bystanders stood hilariously watching this rough police raid while the plain-clothes men rapidly narrowed their circle.
Meanwhile Nana had lost Satin.

Her legs were failing her, and she would have been taken up for a certainty had not a man caught her by the arm and led her away in front of the angry police.

It was Prulliere, and he had just recognized her.

Without saying a word he turned down the Rue Rougemont with her.

It was just then quite deserted, and she was able to regain breath there, but at first her faintness and exhaustion were such that he had to support her.