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GERMINAL in the rain which fell in the black hole. Below, the sump, a cesspool ten mètres deep, filled with this streaming water, also exhaled its muddy moisture. Men were constantly moving around the shaft, pulling the signal cords, pressing on the arms of levers, in the midst of this spray in which their garments were soaked. The reddish light of three open lamps cut out great moving shadows and gave to this subterranean hall the' air of a villainous cavern, some bandits’ forge near a torrent.

Maheu made one last effort. He approached Pierron, who had gone on duty at six o’clock.

“Here! you might as well let us go up.”

But the porter, a handsome fellow with strong limbs and a gentle face, refused with a frightened gesture.

“Impossible: ask the captain. They would fine me.”

Fresh growls were stifled. Catherine bent forward and said in Étienne’s ear:

“Come and see the stable, then. That’s a comfortable place!”

And they had to escape without being seen, for it was forbidden to go there. It was on the left, at the end of a short gallery. Twenty-five mètres in length and nearly four high, cut in the rock and vaulted with bricks, it could contain twenty horses. It was, in fact, comfortable there. There was a pleasant warmth of living beasts, the good odour of a fresh and well-kept litter. The only lamp threw out the calm rays of a night-light. There were horses there, at rest, who turned their heads, with their large infantine eyes, then went back to their hay, without haste, like fat well-kept workers, loved by everybody.

But as Catherine was reading aloud their names, written on zinc plates over the mangers, she uttered a slight cry, seeing something suddenly rise before her. It was Mouquette, who emerged in fright from a pile of straw in which she was sleeping. On Monday, when she was overtired with her Sunday’s spree, she gave herself a violent blow on the nose, and left her cutting, under the pretence of seeking water, to bury herself here with the horses in the warm litter. Her father, being weak with her, allowed it, at the risk of getting into trouble. [50]