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 44 —Lift her up and put her in the cart. She'll have rheumatism in all her joints, he explains to me.

—No, let her lie out in the sunshine. Perhaps she'll get warm in the sun—says a peasant, speaking for the woman.

—But isn't she very ill?

—She's quite broken down. Arms, legs, she can't turn her head without crying out.

The old woman only moans.

—But where can you go with her like that? You ought to have asked them to take her in at a hospital somewhere.

—That's impossible. She would be left behind and lost. There's a woman who has lost her husband, doesn't know where he is.

A middle-aged peasant woman is seated on the ground, combing out her long hair.

Her face looks very mournful. Her