It was even easier to have them angry, because when they were in good moods they bothered her too much, never giving her time to get a bonnet ironed.
Yes, Coupeau and Lantier were wearing her out.

The zinc-worker, sure enough, lacked education; but the hatter had too much, or at least he had education in the same way that dirty people have a white shirt, with uncleanliness underneath it.

One night, she dreamt that she was on the edge of a wall; Coupeau was knocking her into it with a blow of his fist, whilst Lantier was tickling her in the ribs to make her fall quicker.

Well! That resembled her life.

It was no surprise if she was becoming slipshod.