And he went up to Clemence and blew in her face so that she might smell his breath.

Then he began to giggle because her bare shoulders were right under his nose.

He thought maybe he could see more.

Clemence, having folded over the back of the shirt and ironed it on both sides, was now working on the cuffs and collar.

However, as he was shoving against her, he caused her to make a wrinkle, obliging her to reach for the brush soaking in the soup plate to smooth it out.
"Madame," said she, "do make him leave off bothering me." "Leave her alone; it's stupid of you to go on like that," quietly observed Gervaise.