She turned round, throwing her heavy tresses back by a sudden gesture.
"Do you think he would dare ?" she asked, quickly, and then turned again to go in, adding in a lower tone, "He would not dare.

Arabs are all cowards." Almayer looked after her, astonished.

He did not seek the repose of his hammock.

He walked the floor absently, sometimes stopping by the balustrade to think.

The lamp went out.