The water which flowed along caused her head to swim, and made her very ill.

At length she arrived, she passed stiffly before the concierge's room where she perfectly recognized the Lorilleuxs and the Poissons seated at the table having dinner, and who made grimaces of disgust on beholding her in that sorry state.
She never remembered how she had got up all those flights of stairs.
Just as she was turning into the passage at the top, little Lalie, who heard her footsteps, hastened to meet her, opening her arms caressingly, and saying, with a smile: "Madame Gervaise, papa has not returned.

Just come and see my little children sleeping.

Oh! they look so pretty!" But on beholding the laundress' besotted face, she tremblingly drew back.

She was acquainted with that brandy-laden breath, those pale eyes, that convulsed mouth.