"Unhappy, brave woman!" He was glad to have discovered that variation; but he could discover nothing else.
"Ah, but he is dead now," was the best he could do.

And he put a remarkable amount of animosity into his guarded exclamation.

Mrs Verloc caught at his arm with a sort of frenzy.
"You guessed then he was dead," she murmured, as if beside herself.
"You! You guessed what I had to do.

Had to!" There were suggestions of triumph, relief, gratitude in the indefinable tone of these words.

It engrossed the whole attention of Ossipon to the detriment of mere literal sense.