The sun was shining obliquely on the window; the shop was in a blaze.

Then, Coupeau, whom the great heat intoxicated all the more, was seized with a sudden fit of tenderness.

He advanced towards Gervaise with open arms and deeply moved.
"You're a good wife," he stammered.

"I must kiss you." But he caught his foot in the garments which barred the way and nearly fell.
"What a nuisance you are!" said Gervaise without getting angry.

"Keep still, we're nearly done now." No, he wanted to kiss her.