Well, so he might, they certainly couldn't be worse off on the pavement! Fancy this ape, in his overcoat and his woolen gloves, coming upstairs to talk to them about rent, as if they had had a treasure hidden somewhere! Just the same with that brute of a Coupeau, who couldn't come home now without beating her; she wished him in the same place as the landlord.
She sent them all there, wishing to rid herself of everyone, and of life too.

She was becoming a real storehouse for blows.

Coupeau had a cudgel, which he called his ass's fan, and he fanned his old woman.

You should just have seen him giving her abominable thrashings, which made her perspire all over.

She was no better herself, for she bit and scratched him.