Gervaise contented herself with continually murmuring in a low tone of voice: "You know well enough, you know well enough.

It's your sister.

I'll strangle her--your sister." "Yes, go and try it on with my sister," resumed Virginie sneeringly.
"Ah! it's my sister! That's very likely.

My sister looks a trifle different to you; but what's that to me?
Can't one come and wash one's clothes in peace now?
Just dry up, d'ye hear, because I've had enough of it!" But it was she who returned to the attack, after giving five or six strokes with her beetle, intoxicated by the insults she had been giving utterance to, and worked up into a passion.

She left off and recommenced again, speaking in this way three times: "Well, yes! it's my sister.