And Jeanlin, who just then ran up from Réquillart still half asleep, kicking about in the midst of the smoke, saw him embrace his little wife and die.
Et Jeanlin, justement, qui accourait enfin de Réquillart, bouffi de sommeil, gambillant au milieu de la fumée, le regarda étreindre sa petite femme, et mourir.