"Just look at her.

Clump-clump." "Clump-clump" ran through the wedding procession.

Lorilleux laughed under his breath, and said they ought to call her that, but Madame Fauconnier stood up for Gervaise.

They shouldn't make fun of her; she was neat as a pin and did a good job when there was washing to be done.
When the wedding procession came out of the Faubourg Saint-Denis, they had to cross the boulevard.

The street had been transformed into a morass of sticky mud by the storm.