Inscribed on the wall was the word "Blacksmith." At the lower end of the wall between the small shops selling scrap iron and fried potatoes was a watchmaker.

He wore a frock coat and was always very neat.

His cuckoo clocks could be heard in chorus against the background noise of the street and the blacksmith's rhythmic clanging.
The neighborhood in general thought Gervaise very nice.

There was, it is true, a good deal of scandal related regarding her; but everyone admired her large eyes, small mouth and beautiful white teeth.

In short she was a pretty blonde, and had it not been for her crippled leg she might have ranked amongst the comeliest.