One would never have thought that that old woman was so fat and so white.

They put on her stockings, a white petticoat, a short linen jacket and a white cap--in short, the best of her linen.

Coupeau continued snoring, a high note and a low one, the one sharp, the other flat.

One could almost have imagined it to be church music accompanying the Good Friday ceremonies.

When the corpse was dressed and properly laid out on the bed, Lantier poured himself out a glass of wine, for he felt quite upset.