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It was eleven o'clock that night when Mr Pontellier returned froh spirits, and very

talkative His entrance awoke his wife, as in bed and fast asleep

when he ca her

anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the

day From his trousers pockets he took a fistful of cruood deal of silver coin, which he piled on the bureau

indiscriminately with keys, knife, handkerchief, and whatever else

happened to be in his pockets She was overcome with sleep, and answered

hiing that his wife, as the sole object

of his existence, evinced so little interest in things which concerned

him, and valued so little his conversation

Mr Pontellier had forgotten the bonbons and peanuts for the boys

Notwithstanding he loved the

room where they slept to take a look at the coation was far frosters about in bed One of

thean to kick and talk about a basket full of crabs