I wasn't happy at home.

Old man Macquart would kick me in the tail whenever he felt like it, for no reason at all.

I had to have some fun outside.

We might have been married, but--I forget why--our parents wouldn't consent." She shook her hands, which were growing red in the white suds.

"The water's awfully hard in Paris." Madame Boche was now washing only very slowly.