Staggering like a drunken man, the big boy with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched up, went slowly along the road to Sainte-Agathe, while the old berlin, the last trace of the mysterious festival, quitted the highroad and jolted silently off over the grass track.
Vacillant comme un homme ivre, le grand garçon, les mains dans ses poches, les épaules rentrées, s’en alla lentement sur le chemin de Sainte-Agathe ; tandis que, dernier vestige de la fête mystérieuse, la vieille berline quittait le gravier de la route et s’éloignait, cahotant en silence, sur l’herbe de la traverse.