And there was the paralysing atrocity of the thought which occupied her.

Her cheeks were blanched, her lips ashy, her immobility amazing.

And she thought without looking at Mr Verloc: "This man took the boy away to murder him.

He took the boy away from his home to murder him.

He took the boy away from me to murder him!" Mrs Verloc's whole being was racked by that inconclusive and maddening thought.