Her instant docility encouraged him, whilst her aspect of only temporary and silent acquiescence provoked him a little.
"Let me tell you, Winnie," he said with authority, "that your place is here this evening.

Hang it all! you brought the damned police high and low about my ears.

I don't blame you--but it's your doing all the same.
You'd better take this confounded hat off.

I can't let you go out, old girl," he added in a softened voice.
Mrs Verloc's mind got hold of that declaration with morbid tenacity.

The man who had taken Stevie out from under her very eyes to murder him in a locality whose name was at the moment not present to her memory would not allow her go out.