Claire was a fantastical creature, very gentle in her manner, and yet
continually at loggerheads with others. People said that she invariably
followed her own whimsical inclinations. In spite of her dreamy,
girlish face she was imbued with a nature of silent firmness, a spirit
of independence which prompted her to live apart; she never took things
as other people did, but would one day evince perfect fairness, and the
next day arrant injustice. She would sometimes throw the market into
confusion by suddenly increasing or lowering the prices at her stall,
without anyone being able to guess her reason for doing so. She herself
would refuse to explain her motive. By the time she reached her
thirtieth year, her delicate physique and fine skin, which the water of
the tanks seemed to keep continually fresh and soft, her small,
faintly-marked face and lissome limbs would probably become heavy,
coarse, and flabby, till she would look like some faded saint that had
stepped from a stained-glass window into the degrading sphere of the
markets. At twenty-two, however, Claire, in the midst of her carp and
eels, was, to use Claude Lantier’s expression, a Murillo. A Murillo,
that is, whose hair was often in disorder, who wore heavy shoes and
clumsily cut dresses, which left her without any figure. But she was
free from all coquetry, and she assumed an air of scornful contempt
when Louise, displaying her bows and ribbons, chaffed her about her
clumsily knotted neckerchiefs. Moreover, she was virtuous; it was said
that the son of a rich shopkeeper in the neighbourhood had gone abroad
in despair at having failed to induce her to listen to his suit.
Louise, the beautiful Norman, was of a different nature. She had been
engaged to be married to a clerk in the corn market; but a sack of
flour falling upon the young man had broken his back and killed him.
Not very long afterwards Louise had given birth to a boy. In the
Mehudins’ circle of acquaintance she was looked upon as a widow; and
the old fish-wife in conversation would occasionally refer to the time
when her son-in-law was alive.
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