Boche also stretched himself, puffing with his cheeks still more and more, so much, indeed, that his laugh really became indecent.

They were all nicely revenged on Clump-clump, for her former manners, her blue shop, her spreads, and all the rest.

It had all worked out just as it should, proving where a love of showing-off would get you.
"So that is the style now?
Begging for ten sous," cried Madame Lorilleux as soon as Gervaise had gone.

"Wait a bit; I'll lend her ten sous, and no mistake, to go and get drunk with." Gervaise shuffled along the passage in her slippers, bending her back and feeling heavy.

On reaching her door she did not open it--her room frightened her.