Noticing that the head had been squeezed into a point on top, she kneaded it gently despite the infant's cries, trying to round it a bit.

Madame Lorilleux grabbed the baby from her; that could be enough to give the poor little thing all sorts of vicious tendencies, meddling with it like that while her skull was still soft.

She then tried to figure out who the baby resembled.

This almost led to a quarrel.

Lorilleux, peering over the women's shoulders, insisted that the little girl didn't look the least bit like Coupeau.