One had her nose almost pulled off; the blood streamed on the ground.

When the other, a great long stick like me, saw the blood, she slipped away as quick as she could.
And I coughed nearly all night.

Besides that too, men are so stupid in bed, they don't let you have any covers over you half the time." "Pretty conduct that," murmured Madame Putois.

"You're killing yourself, my girl." "And if it pleases me to kill myself! Life isn't so very amusing.
Slaving all the blessed day long to earn fifty-five sous, cooking one's blood from morning to night in front of the stove; no, you know, I've had enough of it! All the same though, this cough won't do me the service of making me croak.

It'll go off the same way it came." A short silence ensued.