Ill or well she would avoid the horrible incertitude on the death-bed.

But it was hard, hard, cruelly hard.
The cab rattled, jingled, jolted; in fact, the last was quite extraordinary.

By its disproportionate violence and magnitude it obliterated every sensation of onward movement; and the effect was of being shaken in a stationary apparatus like a mediaeval device for the punishment of crime, or some very newfangled invention for the cure of a sluggish liver.

It was extremely distressing; and the raising of Mrs Verloc's mother's voice sounded like a wail of pain.
"I know, my dear, you'll come to see me as often as you can spare the time.

Won't you ?" "Of course," answered Winnie shortly, staring straight before her.
And the cab jolted in front of a steamy, greasy shop in a blaze of gas and in the smell of fried fish.
The old woman raised a wail again.
"And, my dear, I must see that poor boy every Sunday.