However, there was still some salad left, some large coss lettuce leaves soaked with oil.
"Come, Madame Boche," said Gervaise, coaxingly, "a little more salad.

I know how fond you are of it." "No, no, thank you! I've already had as much as I can manage," replied the concierge.
The laundress turning towards Virginie, the latter put her finger in her mouth, as though to touch the food she had taken.
"Really, I'm full," murmured she.

"There's no room left.

I couldn't swallow a mouthful." "Oh! but if you tried a little," resumed Gervaise with a smile.

"One can always find a tiny corner empty.