Muffs are muffs, that's all!" He turned his back after leering terribly as he looked at Gervaise.

The latter drew back, feeling rather frightened.

The smoke from the pipes, the strong odor of all those men, ascended in the air, already foul with the fumes of alcohol; and she felt a choking sensation in her throat, and coughed slightly.
"Oh, what a horrible thing it is to drink!" said she in a low voice.
And she related that formerly at Plassans she used to drink anisette with her mother.

But on one occasion it nearly killed her, and that disgusted her with it; now, she could never touch any liqueurs.
"You see," added she, pointing to her glass, "I've eaten my plum; only I must leave the juice, because it would make me ill." For himself, Coupeau couldn't understand how anyone could drink glass after glass of cheap brandy.

A brandied plum occasionally could not hurt, but as for cheap brandy, absinthe and the other strong stuff, no, not for him, no matter how much his comrades teased him about it.
He stayed out on the sidewalk when his friends went into low establishments.