When she beheld Virginie in front of her, amidst three or four women, speaking low and staring at her, she was seized with a mad rage.

Her arms in front of her, searching the ground, she stumbled forward a few paces.

Trembling all over, she found a bucket full of water, grabbed it with both hands, and emptied it at Virginie.
"The virago!" yelled tall Virginie.
She had stepped back, and her boots alone got wet.

The other women, who for some minutes past had all been greatly upset by Gervaise's tears, jostled each other in their anxiety to see the fight.

Some, who were finishing their lunch, got on the tops of their tubs.