"Is she around here ?" "She's coming to fetch me.

And are they all well at home ?" "Why, yes, thanks; I'm the most ill, as you see.

I'm going to the Chaussee Clignancourt to buy a small leg of mutton.

The butcher near the Moulin-Rouge only charges sixteen sous." They raised their voices, because a vehicle was passing.

In the wide, deserted Rue de la Nation, their words, shouted out with all their might, had only caused a little old woman to come to her window; and this little old woman remained there leaning out, giving herself the treat of a grand emotion by watching that man on the roof over the way, as though she expected to see him fall, from one minute to another.
"Well! Good evening," cried Madame Boche.