The neighbors weren't fair in blaming her for the frightful habits she had fallen into.

Sometimes a cold shiver ran through her, but things could have been worse, so she tried to make the best of it.

Once she had seen a play in which the wife detested her husband and poisoned him for the sake of her lover.

Wasn't it more sensible for the three of them to live together in peace?
In spite of her debts and poverty she thought she was quite happy and could live in peace if only Coupeau and Lantier would stop yelling at her so much.
Towards the autumn, unfortunately, things became worse.

Lantier pretended he was getting thinner, and pulled a longer face over the matter every day.