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When Lucille Debelleyme returned, Madame Trou stuck her head out of the sitting-room and asked: "Eh, you are back early, have you got the paper?"
From over her shoulder came the tinkle of the polka. La Belle Helene and the hiccoughing moans of the sick girl, the greasy garlic odour of the dinner hung in the hot air.