It smelt very strong, it was none of that weak stuff.

When the midwife had sipped hers up, she went off; everything was going on nicely, she was not required.

If the young woman did not pass a good night they were to send for her on the morrow.

She was scarcely down the staircase, when Madame Lorilleux called her a glutton and a good-for-nothing.

She put four lumps of sugar in her coffee, and charged fifteen francs for leaving you with your baby all by yourself.