evening about half past ten
Germinie made no reply . For a whole week Germinie did not set foot in the shop again . The Jupillons , when she did not return , began to despair . At last , one evening about half past ten , she pushed the door open , entered the shop without a word of greeting , walked up to the little table where the mother and son were sitting half asleep , and placed upon it , beneath her hand which was closed like a claw , an old piece of cloth that gave forth a ringing sound . `` There it is ! '' said she . And , letting go the corners of the cloth , she emptied its contents on the table : forth came greasy bank-notes , patched on the back , fastened together with pins , old tarnished louis d'or , black hundred-sou pieces , forty-sou pieces , ten-sou pieces , the money of the poor , the money of toil , money from Christmas-boxes , money soiled by dirty hands , worn out in leather purses , rubbed smooth in the cash drawer filled with sous -- money with a flavor of perspiration .