Note 4 — Chapter III · THE LANGUEDOCIAN SCORPION: THE POISON
Bernard Miall translation
The highwayman may make his approach, in quest of victuals, on a peaceful night, just when the labouring mother is whipping the froth of her egg-filled casket.4 What happens then I have never witnessed; probably I never shall: it would be asking too much of luck. Let us fill the gap by artificial means.