You seemed to love him.

I was surprised--and jealous," he added.
"Love him!" Mrs Verloc cried out in a whisper, full of scorn and rage.
"Love him! I was a good wife to him.

I am a respectable woman.

You thought I loved him! You did! Look here, Tom--" The sound of this name thrilled Comrade Ossipon with pride.

For his name was Alexander, and he was called Tom by arrangement with the most familiar of his intimates.