human
I must have torn it when I put it on, he said.
gpt
My tailor always makes the armholes too small! and then, _crac!_ an accident.
human
Oh! no, monsieur; that wasn't an accident! it's pretty well worn out on that side. See, it's like my dress! There's some attic windows for you!
gpt
I hope you'll believe that I've got another one to put on, though, she continued, with a smile.
human
Bah! what do I care! it won't hinder my selling my violets! And even if someone does see my skin! There's no harm done, after all. I haven't got a turkey's skin, like lots of women that have fine dresses and a dirty lining.
gpt
She's very original; indeed, she's quite--original, is this girl, said Tobie, who was very glad that she had ceased to talk about his waistcoat;
human
Why, said Albert,
gpt
This is the first time I ever saw her.
human
For a man who has lived in the Chaussée d'Antin for three years, that is very surprising. Everybody about here knows Bastringuette, the flower girl who sells violets on Boulevard des Italiens.
gpt
I seldom buy flowers; their odor makes me ill.
human
Yes, I sell violets when there are any, said Bastringuette;
gpt
It seems to me that your lover doesn't keep you very handsomely,
human
My lover! _dame!_ I don't know how he does it, but he never has a sou; and he's little better off for clothes than I am; luckily, love don't need a new coat to keep warm.
gpt
Are you still with Sans-Cravate?
human
To be sure. Oh! we poor girls aren't like the great ladies; we don't change our bill of fare every day.
gpt
What! is that ne'er-do-well of a Sans-Cravate your lover? said Célestin.
human
I don't congratulate you, my poor Bastringuette! The fellow often beats you, I suppose, doesn't he?
gpt
Beat me! cried the girl, contracting her heavy eyebrows.
human
When a man beats me, it will be because I have no teeth left to eat his eyes out, and no nails to tear his nose. You think that a man beats his mistress, just because he's a messenger! Oh, yes! that's all very nice, but it ain't our style. We ain't brutes, just because we belong to the common people. It's much more likely to be you who amuse yourself striking women! The men who wear jackets ain't always the meanest curs. There are some vile hearts under fine coats.