For myself I prefer friendship before everything because friendship is friendship and there's nothing to beat it." He dealt himself heavy blows on the chest, and seemed so moved that they had to calm him.

They all three silently clinked glasses, and drank their drop of brandy.

Gervaise was then able to look at Lantier at her ease; for on the night of her saint's day, she had only seen him through a fog.

He had grown more stout, his arms and legs seeming too heavy because of his small stature.

His face was still handsome even though it was a little puffy now due to his life of idleness.