And such queer ways too--a missus who always says you're drunk, a shop where you mustn't spit.

I sent them to the right about the first night, you know." "Good; now I'm warned.

I shan't stop there for ever.

I'll just go this morning to see what it's like; but if the boss bothers me, I'll catch him up and plant him upon his missus, you know, bang together like two fillets of sole!" Then Coupeau thanked his friend for the useful information and shook his hand.

As he was about to leave, My-Boots cursed angrily.