For a short moment he forgot his downfall in the recollection of his brilliant triumphs.

Amongst the men of his class and occupation who slept in those dark houses he had been indeed the first.
"It is hard," muttered Lingard, pensively.

"But whose the fault?
Whose the fault ?" "Captain Lingard!" cried Willems, under the sudden impulse of a felicitous inspiration, "if you leave me here on this jetty--it's murder.

I shall never return to that place alive, wife or no wife.

You may just as well cut my throat at once." The old seaman started.
"Don't try to frighten me, Willems," he said, with great severity, and paused.
Above the accents of Willems' brazen despair he heard, with considerable uneasiness, the whisper of his own absurd conscience.