And it seemed that around this extinguished engine, near this shaft weary of disgorging coal, there was a revenge of creation in the free love which, beneath the lash of instinct, planted children in the bellies of these girls who were yet hardly women.
Et il semblait que ce fut, autour de la machine éteinte, pres de ce puits las de dégorger de la houille, une revanche de la création, le libre amour qui, sous le coup de fouet de l'instinct, plantait des enfants dans les ventres de ces filles, a peine femmes.