The river was her present destination.

Mrs Verloc tried to forget her mother.
Each step cost her an effort of will which seemed the last possible.

Mrs Verloc had dragged herself past the red glow of the eating-house window.
"To the bridge--and over I go," she repeated to herself with fierce obstinacy.

She put out her hand just in time to steady herself against a lamp-post.

"I'll never get there before morning," she thought.