"Ah, the rogues!" She distributed some smacks, clouted Nana on both cheeks and administered a kick to Pauline, that great goose who allowed the others to steal her mother's shoe.

It so happened that Gervaise was filling a bucket at the top.

When she beheld Nana, her nose bleeding and choking with sobs, she almost sprang at the concierge's chignon.

It was not right to hit a child as though it were an ox.

One could have no heart, one must be the lowest of the low if one did so.