They were even careful the next day not to throw the bones into the garbage so that no one would know what they had eaten.

Madame Lorilleux would walk to the end of the street to toss them into a sewer opening.

One morning Gervaise surprised her emptying a basket of oyster shells there.
Oh, those penny-pinchers were never open-handed, and all their mean contrivances came from their desire to appear to be poor.

Well, we'd show them, we'd prove to them what we weren't mean.
Gervaise would have laid her table in the street, had she been able to, just for the sake of inviting each passer-by.

Money was not invented that it should be allowed to grow moldy, was it?
It is pretty when it shines all new in the sunshine.