The clerks on the sidewalk opposite thought they could almost taste the bird.

Others came out frequently to stand in front of their shops, sniffing the air and licking their lips.

The little jeweler was unable to work, dizzy from having counted so many bottles.

He seemed to have lost his head among his merry little cuckoo clocks.
Yes, the neighbors were devoured with envy, as Coupeau said.

But why should there be any secret made about the matter?
The party, now fairly launched, was no longer ashamed of being seen at table; on the contrary, it felt flattered and excited at seeing the crowd gathered there, gaping with gluttony; it would have liked to have knocked out the shop-front and dragged the table into the road-way, and there to have enjoyed the dessert under the very nose of the public, and amidst the commotion of the thoroughfare.