His grey hair was straggling into the puddle around his head.
"Oh! the pig! the pig!" repeated Gervaise, indignant and exasperated.
"He's dirtied everything.

No, a dog wouldn't have done that, even a dead dog is cleaner." They both hesitated to move, not knowing where to place their feet.
Coupeau had never before come home and put the bedroom into such a shocking state.

This sight was a blow to whatever affection his wife still had for him.

Previously she had been forgiving and not seriously offended, even when he had been blind drunk.

But this made her sick; it was too much.