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him a moment. Then they thought of the Estaminet Saint-Éloi and accepted there a round from Captain Richomme. Then they rambled from bar to bar, without any pretext, simply saying that they were having a stroll.
"We must go to the Volcan!" suddenly said Levaque, who was getting excited.
The others began to laugh, and hesitated. Then they accompanied their comrade in the midst of the growing crowd. In the long narrow room of the Volcan, on a platform raised at the end, five singers, the scum of the Lille prostitutes, were walking about, low-necked and with monstrous gestures, and the customers gave ten sous when they desired to have one behind the stage. There was especially a number of putters and landers, even trammers of fourteen, all the youth of the pit, drinking more gin than beer. A few old miners also ventured there, and the lewd husbands of the settlements, those whose households were falling into ruin.
As soon as the band was seated round a little table, Étienne took possession of Levaque to explain to him his idea of the Provident Fund. Like all new converts who have found a mission, he had become an obstinate propagandist.
"Every member," he repeated, "could easily pay in twenty sous a month. As these twenty sous accumulated they would from a nice little sum in twenty-four years, and when one has money one is strong, eh, for everything that turns up? Eh, what do you say to it?"
"I've nothing to say against it," replied Levaque, with an abstracted air. "We will talk about it."
He was excited by an enormous fair woman, and determined to remain behind when Maheu and Pierron, after drinking their glasses, set out without waiting for a second romance.
Outside, Étienne who had gone with them found Mouquette, who seemed to be following them. She was always there, looking at him with her large fixed eyes, laughing her good-natured laugh, as if to say: "Are you willing?" The young man joked and shrugged his shoulders. Then, with a gesture of anger, she was lost in the crowd.
"Where, then, is Chaval?" asked Pierron.
"True!" said Maheu. "He must surely be at Piquette's. Let us go to Piquette's.
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