She could not witness it, her blood turned cold when she beheld her old man between heaven and earth, in places where even the sparrows would not venture.
"No doubt, it's not pleasant," murmured Madame Boche.

"My husband's a tailor, so I have none of these terrors." "If you only knew, in the early days," said Gervaise again, "I had frights from morning till night.

I was always seeing him on a stretcher, with his head smashed.

Now, I don't think of it so much.

One gets used to everything.