She could scratch, kick, and bite--and stab too; but for stabbing she wanted a knife.

Mrs Verloc sat still under her black veil, in her own house, like a masked and mysterious visitor of impenetrable intentions.
Mr Verloc's magnanimity was not more than human.

She had exasperated him at last.
"Can't you say something?
You have your own dodges for vexing a man.

Oh yes! I know your deaf-and-dumb trick.

I've seen you at it before to-day.