She was devouring everything; a few more mouthfuls and the place would be swept clean.
In the midst of this general demolishment, Coupeau continued to prosper.
The confounded tippler was as well as well could be.

The sour wine and the "vitriol" positively fattened him.

He ate a great deal, and laughed at that stick Lorilleux, who accused drink of killing people, and answered him by slapping himself on the stomach, the skin of which was so stretched by the fat that it resembled the skin of a drum.

He would play him a tune on it, the glutton's vespers, with rolls and beats loud enough to have made a quack's fortune.

Lorilleux, annoyed at not having any fat himself, said that it was soft and unhealthy.