Everything was still asleep at Deneulin's; the old brick house stood mute and gloomy, with closed doors and windows, at the end of the large ill-kept garden which separated it from the Jean-Bart mine.
Tout dormait encore chez les Deneulin, la vieille maison de briques restait muette et sombre, portes et fenetres closes, au bout du vaste jardin mal tenu qui la séparait de la fosse Jean-Bart.