It was full of a jumble of newspapers, books, old clothes and underlinen, in bundles.

He took out successively a saucepan, a pair of boots, a bust of Ledru-Rollin with the nose broken, an embroidered shirt and a pair of working trousers.

Gervaise could smell the odor of tobacco and that of a man whose linen wasn't too clean, one who took care only of the outside, of what people could see.
The old hat was no longer in the left corner.

There was a pincushion she did not recognize, doubtless a present from some woman.

She became calmer, but felt a vague sadness as she continued to watch the objects that appeared, wondering if they were from her time or from the time of others.
"I say, Badingue, do you know this ?" resumed Lantier.
He thrust under his nose a little book printed at Brussels.