She returned to the corner and began to scrub again.
She bent double on her knees in the midst of the dirty water, with her shoulders protruding, her arms stiff and purple with cold.

Her old skirt, fairly soaked, stuck to her figure.

And there on the floor she looked a dirty, ill-combed drab, the rents in her jacket showing her puffy form, her fat, flabby flesh which heaved, swayed and floundered about as she went about her work; and all the while she perspired to such a point that from her moist face big drops of sweat fell on to the floor.
"The more elbow grease one uses, the more it shines," said Lantier, sententiously, with his mouth full of peppermint drops.
Virginie, who sat back with the demeanor of a princess, her eyes partly open, was still watching the scrubbing, and indulging in remarks.

"A little more on the right there.

Take care of the wainscot.