Then in a few weeks he became accustomed to her.

He watched for her that he might carry up her parcels, treated her as a sister, with an abrupt familiarity, and cut out pictures for her.

One morning, however, having opened her door without knocking, he beheld her half undressed, washing her neck; and, for a week, he did not dare to look her in the face, so much so that he ended by making her blush herself.
Young Cassis, with the casual wit of a born Parisian, called Golden Mouth a dolt.

It was all right not to get drunk all the time or chase women, but still, a man must be a man, or else he might as well wear skirts.

Coupeau teased him in front of Gervaise, accusing him of making up to all the women in the neighborhood.