Mademoiselle Clemence, one who took in ironing, well, she lived life as she pleased.
She was so kind to animals though and had such a good heart that you couldn't say anything against her.

It was a pity, a fine girl like her, the company she kept.

She'd be walking the streets before long.
"Look, here's one," said Lorilleux to his wife, giving her the piece of chain he had been working on since his lunch.

"You can trim it." And he added, with the persistence of a man who does not easily relinquish a joke: "Another four feet and a half.

That brings me nearer to Versailles." Madame Lorilleux, after tempering it again, trimmed it by passing it through the regulating draw-plate.