Clemence removed her camisole again.

Coupeau still refused to go to bed, so they allowed him to stay, but he had to promise to be quiet in a corner, for they were very busy.
"Whatever has that vermin done with my little iron ?" murmured Gervaise, speaking of Augustine.
They were for ever seeking the little iron, which they found in the most out-of-the-way places, where the apprentice, so they said, hid it out of spite.

Gervaise could now finish Madame Boche's cap.

First she roughly smoothed the lace, spreading it out with her hand, and then she straightened it up by light strokes of the iron.

It had a very fancy border consisting of narrow puffs alternating with insertions of embroidery.