The trunks of the trees in the forest on the east bank were lost in gloom while their highest branches swayed gently in the departing sunlight.

The air felt heavy and cold in the breeze, expiring in slight puffs that came over the water.
Almayer shivered as he made an effort to speak, and again with an uncertain gesture he seemed to free his throat from the grip of an invisible hand.

His bloodshot eyes wandered aimlessly from face to face.
"There!" he said at last.

"Are you all there?
He is a dangerous man." He dragged at the cover with hasty violence, and the body rolled stiffly off the planks and fell at his feet in rigid helplessness.
"Cold, perfectly cold," said Almayer, looking round with a mirthless smile.

"Sorry can do no better.