Then, carried away by wrath, jumping about and yelling, he gave two more blows, just out of revenge for his trouble.

When he took the bolt from the hole, it was deformed, its head being askew like a hunchback's.
"Come now! Isn't that quickly beaten into shape ?" said he all the same, with his self-confidence, as he presented his work to Gervaise.
"I'm no judge, sir," replied the laundress, reservedly.
But she saw plainly enough the marks of Dedele's last two kicks on the bolt, and she was very pleased.

She bit her lips so as not to laugh, for now Goujet had every chance of winning.
It was now Golden-Mug's turn.

Before commencing, he gave the laundress a look full of confident tenderness.

Then he did not hurry himself.