It maddened her.

As a little girl she had often faced with blazing eyes the irascible licensed victualler in defence of her brother.

Nothing now in Mrs Verloc's appearance could lead one to suppose that she was capable of a passionate demonstration.
She finished her dishing-up.

The table was laid in the parlour.

Going to the foot of the stairs, she screamed out "Mother!" Then opening the glazed door leading to the shop, she said quietly "Adolf!" Mr Verloc had not changed his position; he had not apparently stirred a limb for an hour and a half.