She was still fat, but one eye was blind and one side of her face was twisted.

The doctor made one call and didn't return again.

They kept giving her tisanes and going to check on her every hour.

She could no longer speak because her breathing was so difficult.
One Monday evening, Coupeau came home totally drunk.

Ever since his mother was in danger, he had lived in a continual state of deep emotion.
When he was in bed, snoring soundly, Gervaise walked about the place for a while.