Ah! she had a fine life.
On several occasions the Coupeaus fancied they saw her in some shady dive.

They turned their backs and decamped in another direction so as not to be obliged to recognize her.

They didn't care to be laughed at by a whole dancing hall again for the sake of bringing such a dolt home.
One night as they were going to bed, however, someone knocked at the door.

It was Nana who matter-of-factly came to ask for a bed; and in what a state.

_Mon Dieu!_ her head was bare, her dress in tatters, and her boots full of holes--such a toilet as might have led the police to run her in, and take her off to the Depot.