"We're in a hurry, do you hear ?" They were in a hurry, well! What?
It was not his fault.

He was doing no harm.

He was not touching, he was only looking.

Was it no longer allowed to look at the beautiful things that God had made?
All the same, she had precious fine arms, that artful Clemence! She might exhibit herself for two sous and nobody would have to regret his money.

The girl allowed him to go on, laughing at these coarse compliments of a drunken man.