While he was taking the shortest cut through the narrow paths of his kitchen garden, Deneulin was thinking of his compromised fortune, this Montsou denier, this million which he had realized, dreaming to multiply it tentold, and which was to-day running such great risks.
Pendant qu'il coupait au plus court, par les allées étroites de son potager, Deneulin songeait a sa fortune compromise, a ce denier de Montsou, ce million qu'il avait réalisé en revant de le décupler, et qui courait aujourd'hui de si grands risques.