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When the breaking day had spread a pale golden ribbon over the black outline of the forests, she took up her tray and departed towards the settlement, going about her task purely from the force of habit. As she approached Sambir she could see the excitement and she heard with momentary surprise of the finding of Dain's body. It was not true, of course. She knew it well.
Babalatchi coughed discreetly, and, leaning forward, pushed over a few mats for Dain to sit upon, then lifting up his squeaky voice he assured him with eager volubility of everybody's delight at this long-looked-for return. His heart had hungered for the sight of Dain's face, and his ears were withering for the want of the refreshing sound of his voice.
Dain's, coming from the direction of Oldcastle. 'Good afternoon to you, Mrs. Dain shouted, without stopping, and then, when she caught sight of Bran: 'Bless us! The dog hasn't brukken his leg after all! 'Broken his leg! Leonora repeated, astonished. The carriage was now in front of her. 'Our Polly come in this morning and sat hersen down on a chair and told us as your dog had brukken his leg.
Almayer will no doubt deliver the dead body as Dain's to the officers, and the foolish white men shall say, 'This is very good; let there be peace. And the trouble shall be removed from your heart, Rajah." "True! true!" said Lakamba. "And, this being accomplished by me who am your slave, you shall reward with a generous hand. That I know!
When she spoke of the deception as to Dain's death of which he had been the victim only that day, he glanced again at her with terrible eyes, and made her falter for a second, but he turned away directly, and his face suddenly lost all expression in a stony stare far away over the river. Ah! the river!
"I shall not stay here any longer," broke in Babalatchi, angrily. "This is great foolishness. No woman is worth a man's life. I am an old man, and I know." He picked up his staff, and, turning to go, looked at Dain as if offering him his last chance of escape. But Dain's face was hidden amongst Nina's black tresses, and he did not see this last appealing glance.
'He'll come, he'll come, Meshach murmured confidently. 'Dain's been in, he added, 'wi' papers to sign, probate o' Hannah's will. Seemingly John's not satisfied, from what Dain hints. 'Not satisfied with what? Flushing a little, she dropped the paper; but she was still busily employed in expecting Arthur to arrive. 'Eh, I canna' tell you, lass. Meshach gave a grim sigh.
She threw herself down on the ground, and hid her face in her hands. Now when so close she had no courage to see Nina. At every burst of louder voices from the courtyard she shivered in the fear of hearing Nina's voice. She came to the resolution of waiting where she was till dark, and then going straight to Dain's hiding-place.
'Have you? he questioned. She nodded. For a fraction of an instant she thought of her husband, stolid with all his impulsiveness, over at David Dain's. 'People say to me, "Why don't you get married?" Twemlow went on, drawn by the subtle invitation of her manner. 'But how can I get married? I can't get married by taking thought. They make me tired.
"You know this well," he said. "This never left Dain's hand. I had to tear the flesh now to get it off. Do you believe now?" Almayer raised his hands to his head and let them fall listlessly by his side in the utter abandonment of despair. Babalatchi, looking at him curiously, was astonished to see him smile.
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