But just try to understand that it was a pure accident; as much an accident as if he had been run over by a 'bus while crossing the street." His generosity was not infinite, because he was a human being--and not a monster, as Mrs Verloc believed him to be.

He paused, and a snarl lifting his moustaches above a gleam of white teeth gave him the expression of a reflective beast, not very dangerous--a slow beast with a sleek head, gloomier than a seal, and with a husky voice.
"And when it comes to that, it's as much your doing as mine.

That's so.
You may glare as much as you like.

I know what you can do in that way.
Strike me dead if I ever would have thought of the lad for that purpose.
It was you who kept on shoving him in my way when I was half distracted with the worry of keeping the lot of us out of trouble.

What the devil made you?
One would think you were doing it on purpose.