Her personality seemed to have been torn into two pieces, whose mental operations did not adjust themselves very well to each other.

The street, silent and deserted from end to end, repelled her by taking sides with that man who was so certain of his impunity.

She was afraid to shout lest no one should come.

Obviously no one would come.
Her instinct of self-preservation recoiled from the depth of the fall into that sort of slimy, deep trench.

Mrs Verloc closed the window, and dressed herself to go out into the street by another way.