We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER FIVESupper was over. It was a scanty meal of vegetables and potatoes augmented with a somewhat watery soup from the stockpot. The children wiped their plates with pieces of coarse bread, stuffing it into their mouths and then looking wistfully towards the empty dishes as if they half-hoped by some miracle that they would be filled again. “C’est fini, mes enfants,” Madame Bouvais said with a firmness which would brook no argument and there was an audible sigh from small throats. Their father said grace and then a babble of voices broke out, as laughing and teasing each other they ran into the yard. Fleur rose up to help Madame Bouvais clear the dishes. She carried them into a small scullery and piled them in the sink. When she returned to the kitchen, she was surprised to see h
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
