_Mon Dieu!_ What a slob of a fellow.

He wasn't worth touching with a shovel.

Even the neat little clockmaker was said to have carried on with his own daughter, a streetwalker.

Ah, the entire neighborhood.

Oh, she knew plenty of dirt.
One day when mother Coupeau was more pointed than usual in her observations, Gervaise had replied to her, clinching her teeth: "You're confined to your bed and you take advantage of it.