He's got a drunken father,—one of the meanest kind of drunkards.
All the shop laughed, even Madame Putois, who did not like drunkards.
Drunkards were already installed in the wineshops, squabbling and gesticulating.
They slept rudely, all their faces beaming with the fine innocence of drunkards.
The former were frequently in use for the correction of drunkards.
He associates ...