They called her 'the chicken', for she had in truth the soft flesh and country freshness of a chicken. L'Assommoir (1876)
Nana was a great coquette. She did not always wash her feet, but she wore such tight boots that she suffered a perfect martyrdom; and if anyone questioned her, seeing her face grow purple, she answered that she had a stomach-ache, so as not to confess her coquetry. L'Assommoir (1876)