And she never would have believed that just the mention of his name could put such a glowing warmth in the pit of her stomach.

She certainly had no reason to be jealous of Adele any more but she rejoiced to think of her body all bruised from the beatings.

She could have listened to Virginie all night, but she didn't ask any questions, not wanting to appear much interested.
Virginie stopped to sip at her coffee.

Gervaise, realizing that she was expected to say something, asked, with a pretence of indifference: "Are they still living at La Glaciere ?" "No!" the other replied.

"Didn't I tell you?
They separated last week.
One morning, Adele moved out and Lantier didn't chase after her." "So they're separated!" Gervaise exclaimed.
"Who are you talking about ?" Clemence asked, interrupting her conversation with mother Coupeau and Madame Putois.
"Nobody you know," said Virginie.
She was looking at Gervaise carefully and could see that she was upset.
She moved still closer, maliciously finding pleasure in bringing up these old stories.