Looking up with a smile Marie met his rough kiss;
then they kissed yet again in complete contentment.
But beyond in the kitchen, Mireio, the bitch, paced
miserably, always seeking her puppies. And her teats
hung heavy and painful with milk so that they dragged
at the skin of her sides, revealing her massive ribs in
their gauntness. And she gave forth a long-drawn,
disconsolate sound as of something inarticulate,
weeping.