He's my husband, isn't he?
He's mine, and I want him at home." And they had to take Coupeau to his own home.

When the stretcher was carried through the crowd which was crushing up against the chemist's shop, the women of the neighborhood were excitedly talking of Gervaise.
She limped, the dolt, but all the same she had some pluck.

She would be sure to save her old man; whilst at the hospital the doctors let the patients die who were very bad, so as not to have the bother of trying to cure them.

Madame Boche, after taking Nana home with her, returned, and gave her account of the accident, with interminable details, and still feeling agitated with the emotion she had passed through.
"I was going to buy a leg of mutton; I was there, I saw him fall," repeated she.

"It was all through the little one; he turned to look at her, and bang! Ah! good heavens! I never want to see such a sight again.
However, I must be off to get my leg of mutton." For a week Coupeau was very bad.