Monsieur Marescot approved the suggestion of turning her out, but he wished to wait till the half quarter.

It was hard to turn people out into the street, more especially as it did not put a sou into the landlord's pocket.

And Gervaise asked herself with a shudder if she too would be turned out into the street the day that some misfortune rendered her unable to pay.
The concierge's lodge was as dismal as a cellar, black from smoke and crowded with dark furniture.

All the sunlight fell upon the tailor's workbench by the window.

An old frock coat that was being reworked lay on it.