She took it out a hundred francs at a time, so as not to keep such a pile of gold and silver in her drawer; then, too, she vaguely hoped for some miracle, some sudden recovery, which would enable them not to part with the entire sum.

At each journey to the savings-bank, on her return home, she added up on a piece of paper the money they had still left there.

It was merely for the sake of order.

Their bank account might be getting smaller all the time, yet she went on with her quiet smile and common-sense attitude, keeping the account straight.

It was a consolation to be able to use this money for such a good purpose, to have had it when faced with their misfortune.
While Coupeau was bed-ridden the Goujets were very kind to Gervaise.
Madame Goujet was always ready to assist.