She had indeed shriveled up in the burning atmosphere of the dressing rooms and amid the most famous thighs and bosoms in all Paris.

She wore everlastingly a faded black dress, and on her flat and sexless chest a perfect forest of pins clustered above the spot where her heart should have been.
"I beg your pardon, gentlemen," said Nana, drawing aside the curtain, "but you took me by surprise." They all turned round.

She had not clothed herself at all, had, in fact, only buttoned on a little pair of linen stays which half revealed her bosom.

When the gentlemen had put her to flight she had scarcely begun undressing and was rapidly taking off her fishwife's costume.

Through the opening in her drawers behind a corner of her shift was even now visible.