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"By the way, tell me what the girls were whispering to each other you know, what Sophie said?" Nana did not make any ceremony. Only she caught Madame Lerat by the hand, and caused her to descend a couple of steps, for, really, it wouldn't do to say it aloud, not even on the stairs.
One morning when Muffat had not yet left the bedroom Zoe ushered a gentleman into the dressing room, where Nana was changing her underwear. He was trembling violently. "Good gracious! It's Zizi!" said the young woman in great astonishment. It was, indeed, Georges.
So thoroughly did she learn her lesson that one day, when she was full of the image of the man who was to be turned out of doors by her orders, she cried out: "I say, Zizi, your brother's not coming. He's a base deserter!" The next day, when Georges and Nana were alone together, Francois came upstairs to ask whether Madame would receive Lieutenant Philippe Hugon.
She had lived the life of the Coal Yard, and, like Zola's Nana, she could never remember the time when she had known the meaning of chastity. Nell Gwyn was, in fact, a product of the vilest slums of London; and precisely because she was this we must set her down as intrinsically a good woman one of the truest, frankest, and most right-minded of whom the history of such women has anything to tell.
Mme Lorilleux said to Mme Boche on their way home: "Nana is our goddaughter now, but if she goes into that flower business, in six months she will be on the pave, and we will have nothing to do with her." Gervaise told Boche that she thought the shop admirably arranged. She had looked forward to an evening of torture and was surprised that she had not experienced a pang.
This woman turned out to be that very Mme Robert who had interested Nana and inspired her with a certain respect ever since she had refused to come to her supper. Mme Robert lived in the Rue Mosnier, a silent, new street in the Quartier de l'Europe, where there were no shops, and the handsome houses with their small, limited flats were peopled by ladies.
And the question was transmitted from carriage to carriage and finally reached Nana, who, after questioning her driver, got up and shouted: "We've not got a quarter of an hour more to go. You see that church behind the trees down there?" Then she continued: "Do you know, it appears the owner of the Chateau de Chamont is an old lady of Napoleon's time? Oh, SHE was a merry one!
"A very good idea, Rabda," Bathurst said. "Is there nothing you can do, Rujub, to make her odious to the Nana?" "Nothing, sahib. I could act upon some people's minds, and make them think that the young lady was afflicted by some loathsome disease, but not with the Nana.
This was too much, she was reaching the end of the line with him. Coupeau was often in the wrong in the manner in which he tried to rule Nana. His injustice exasperated her.
Eight months later they were able to furnish a room and a kitchen in a house nearly facing Madame Fauconnier's. There, soon after, Nana was born. They had two good friends in Jean Goujet, a blacksmith, and his mother. They went out nearly every Sunday with the Goujes. III. Starting on the Down Road
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