There was now a universal howl of delight and approbation. When the pursuing woman tripped and fell into the gutter the crowd greeted the unfortunate with a shower of unprintable pleasantries.
"Ma foi! but she is outclassed!"
"Oh, she's only stopped to rest."
"Too much absinthe!"
"The cow can never catch the calf!"
"The fat salope! To think she could have any show in a race or in love with the pretty bonne!"
"Yes; but where's the man?"
"Dame! It is one-eyed Mad!"
"Let her alone,—she's drunk!"
The fallen woman had laboriously regained her feet and turned a torrent of vulgar maledictions upon the jeering crowd.