Mrs Verloc, full of deep purpose, spoke in the tone of the shallowest
indifference.
“There is no need to have the woman here all day. I shall do very well
with Stevie.”
She let the lonely clock on the landing count off fifteen ticks into the
abyss of eternity, and asked:
“Shall I put the light out?”
Mr Verloc snapped at his wife huskily.
“Put it out.”
Joseph Conrad, The Secret Agent, 1907
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