No doubt I've had a drop! When work's plentiful one must grease the wheels.

It's not you, nor your friends, who would have carried down the stiff 'un of forty-seven stone whom I and a pal brought from the fourth floor to the pavement, and without smashing him too.

I like jolly people." But Gervaise retreated further into the doorway, seized with a longing to cry, which spoilt her day of sober-minded joy.

She no longer thought of kissing her sister-in-law, she implored Coupeau to get rid of the drunkard.

Then Bazouge, as he stumbled about, made a gesture of philosophical disdain.
"That won't prevent you passing though our hands, my little woman.
You'll perhaps be glad to do so, one of these days.