In this place, where the gambling fever was pulsing in the sunshine, such announcements were sure to raise a prolonged muttering sound.
"They ARE funny!" murmured Nana, greatly entertained.
"Their features look as if they had been put on the wrong way.

Just you see that big fellow there; I shouldn't care to meet him all alone in the middle of a wood." But Vandeuvres pointed her out a bookmaker, once a shopman in a fancy repository, who had made three million francs in two years.

He was slight of build, delicate and fair, and people all round him treated him with great respect.

They smiled when they addressed him, while others took up positions close by in order to catch a glimpse of him.
They were at length leaving the ring when Vandeuvres nodded slightly to another bookmaker, who thereupon ventured to call him.

It was one of his former coachmen, an enormous fellow with the shoulders of an ox and a high color.