It's not our business--is it ?" Mr Verloc made no reply.
"I had to take the carving knife from the boy," Mrs Verloc continued, a little sleepily now.

"He was shouting and stamping and sobbing.

He can't stand the notion of any cruelty.

He would have stuck that officer like a pig if he had seen him then.

It's true, too! Some people don't deserve much mercy." Mrs Verloc's voice ceased, and the expression of her motionless eyes became more and more contemplative and veiled during the long pause.