Twice weekly the shop was swept out carefully, the sweepings collected and burned and the ashes sifted.

This recovered up to twenty-five or thirty francs' worth of gold a month.
Madame Lorilleux could not take her eyes from Gervaise's shoes.
"There's no reason to get angry," murmured she with an amiable smile.
"But, perhaps madame would not mind looking at the soles of her shoes." And Gervaise, turning very red, sat down again, and holding up her feet showed that there was nothing clinging to them.

Coupeau had opened the door, exclaiming: "Good-night!" in an abrupt tone of voice.

He called to her from the corridor.

Then she in her turn went off, after stammering a few polite words: she hoped to see them again, and that they would all agree well together.