"It's that lady, isn't it?
Very well, very well!" She had rolled the wire and she carried it to the forge, and then, reviving the fire of the brazier with a large wooden fan, she proceeded to temper the wire before passing it through the last holes of the draw-plate.
Coupeau moved the chairs forward and seated Gervaise by the curtain.

The room was so narrow that he could not sit beside her, so he sat behind her, leaning over her shoulder to explain the work in progress.

Gervaise was intimidated by this strange reception and felt uneasy.

She had a buzzing in her ears and couldn't hear clearly.

She thought the wife looked older than her thirty years and not very neat with her hair in a pigtail dangling down the back of her loosely worn wrapper.