I stepped faster and sure enough found myself face to face with Nana.

There's no need to pity her, she looked very happy, with her pretty woolen dress on her back, a gold cross and an awfully pert expression." "Ah!" repeated Gervaise in a husky voice.
Lantier, who had finished the pastilles, took some barley-sugar out of another jar.
"She's sneaky," he resumed.

"She made a sign to me to follow her, with wonderful composure.

Then she left her old fellow somewhere in a cafe--oh a wonderful chap, the old bloke, quite used up!--and she came and joined me under the doorway.

A pretty little serpent, pretty, and doing the grand, and fawning on you like a little dog.