Soon both of them were soaked from top to bottom and it was impossible to count the hits. Their clothes were plastered to their bodies and they looked shrunken.
Water was dripping everywhere as from umbrellas in a rainstorm.
“They look jolly funny!” said the hoarse voice of one of the women.
Everyone in the wash-house was highly amused.
A good space was left to the combatants, as nobody cared to get splashed.
Applause and jokes circulated in the midst of the sluice-like noise of the buckets emptied in rapid succession!
On the floor the puddles were running one into another, and the two women were wading in them up to their ankles.
Virginie, however, who had been meditating a treacherous move, suddenly seized hold of a pail of lye, which one of her neighbors had left there and threw it.
The same cry arose from all.
Everyone thought Gervaise was scalded; but only her left foot had been slightly touched.
And, exasperated by the pain, she seized a bucket, without troubling herself to fill it this time, and threw it with all her might at the legs of Virginie, who fell to the ground.
All the women spoke together.
“She’s broken one of her limbs!”
“Well, the other tried to cook her!”
“She’s right, after all, the blonde one, if her man’s been taken from her!”
Madame Boche held up her arms to heaven, uttering all sorts of exclamations.
She had prudently retreated out of the way between two tubs; and the children, Claude and Etienne, crying, choking, terrified, clung to her dress with the continuous cry of
“Mamma!
Mamma!” broken by their sobs.
When she saw Virginie fall she hastened forward, and tried to pull Gervaise away by her skirt, repeating the while,
“Come now, go home!
Be reasonable. On my word, it’s quite upset me.
Never was such a butchery seen before.”
But she had to draw back and seek refuge again between the two tubs, with the children.
Virginie had just flown at Gervaise’s throat.
She squeezed her round the neck, trying to strangle her.
The latter freed herself with a violent jerk, and in her turn hung on to the other’s hair, as though she was trying to pull her head off.
The battle was silently resumed, without a cry, without an insult.
They did not seize each other round the body, they attacked each other’s faces with open hands and clawing fingers, pinching, scratching whatever they caught hold of.
The tall, dark girl’s red ribbon and blue silk hair net were torn off. The body of her dress, giving way at the neck, displayed a large portion of her shoulder; whilst the blonde, half stripped, a sleeve gone from her loose white jacket without her knowing how, had a rent in her underlinen, which exposed to view the naked line of her waist.
Shreds of stuff flew in all directions.
It was from Gervaise that the first blood was drawn, three long scratches from the mouth to the chin; and she sought to protect her eyes, shutting them at every grab the other made, for fear of having them torn out.
No blood showed on Virginie as yet.
Gervaise aimed at her ears, maddened at not being able to reach them.
At length she succeeded in seizing hold of one of the earrings — an imitation pear in yellow glass — which she pulled out and slit the ear, and the blood flowed.
“They’re killing each other!
Separate them, the vixens!” exclaimed several voices.
The other women had drawn nearer.
They formed themselves into two camps. Some were cheering the combatants on as the others were trembling and turning their heads away saying that it was making them sick.
A large fight nearly broke out between the two camps as the women called each other names and brandished their fists threateningly. Three loud slaps rang out.
Madame Boche, meanwhile, was trying to discover the wash-house boy.
“Charles!
Charles!
Wherever has he got to?”
And she found him in the front rank, looking on with his arms folded.
He was a big fellow, with an enormous neck.
He was laughing and enjoying the sight of the skin which the two women displayed.
The little blonde was as fat as a quail.
It would be fun if her chemise burst open.
“Why,” murmured he, blinking his eye, “she’s got a strawberry birthmark under her arm.”