It was deserved; all artificial flower-girls went that way.

The Boches and the Poissons also sneered with an extraordinary display and outlay of grief.

Lantier alone covertly defended Nana.

_Mon Dieu!_ said he, with his puritanical air, no doubt a girl who so left her home did offend her parents; but, with a gleam in the corner of his eyes, he added that, dash it! the girl was, after all, too pretty to lead such a life of misery at her age.
"Do you know," cried Madame Lorilleux, one day in the Boches' room, where the party were taking coffee; "well, as sure as daylight, Clump-clump sold her daughter.

Yes she sold her, and I have proof of it! That old fellow, who was always on the stairs morning and night, went up to pay something on account.