He was obliged to do as the others did, or else he would be thought a cheap skate.

And it was really a matter of no consequence.

If he came home a bit elevated, he went to bed, and two hours afterwards he was all right again.
It was now the warm time of the year.

One June afternoon, a Saturday when there was a lot of work to get through, Gervaise herself had piled the coke into the stove, around which ten irons were heating, whilst a rumbling sound issued from the chimney.

At that hour the sun was shining full on the shop front, and the pavement reflected the heat waves, causing all sorts of quaint shadows to dance over the ceiling, and that blaze of light which assumed a bluish tinge from the color of the paper on the shelves and against the window, was almost blinding in the intensity with which it shone over the ironing-table, like a golden dust shaken among the fine linen.