The chops were cooking in a saucepan when the pains returned.

She mixed the gravy as she stamped about in front of the stove, almost blinded with her tears.
If she was going to give birth, that was no reason why Coupeau should be kept without his dinner.

At length the stew began to simmer on a fire covered with cinders.

She went into the other room, and thought she would have time to lay the cloth at one end of the table.

But she was obliged to put down the bottle of wine very quickly; she no longer had strength to reach the bed; she fell prostrate, and she had more pains on a mat on the floor.