She forgave the wine, because wine nourishes the workman; all kinds of spirit, on the contrary, were filth, poisons which destroyed in the workman the taste for bread.

Ah! the government ought to prevent the manufacture of such horrid stuff! On arriving at the Rue de la Goutte-d'Or, she found the whole house upset.

Her workwomen had left the shop, and were in the courtyard looking up above.

She questioned Clemence.
"It's old Bijard who's giving his wife a hiding," replied the ironer.
"He was in the doorway, as drunk as a trooper, watching for her return from the wash-house.

He whacked her up the stairs, and now he's finishing her off up there in their room.