It was an immeasurable and composite funk, which from its very excess gave him in the dark a false appearance of calm and thoughtful deliberation.

For he moved and spoke with difficulty, being as if half frozen in his will and mind--and no one could see his ghastly face.

He felt half dead.
He leaped a foot high.

Unexpectedly Mrs Verloc had desecrated the unbroken reserved decency of her home by a shrill and terrible shriek.
"Help, Tom! Save me.

I won't be hanged!" He rushed forward, groping for her mouth with a silencing hand, and the shriek died out.