Bread must be earned.

All the same, it's a precious dear loaf, for one risks one's bones more than is fair." And she left off speaking, hiding Nana in her skirt, fearing a cry from the little one.

Very pale, she looked up in spite of herself.

At that moment Coupeau was soldering the extreme edge of the sheet close to the gutter; he slid down as far as possible, but without being able to reach the edge.

Then, he risked himself with those slow movements peculiar to workmen.