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your friends?
This is a civilized man's house.

A white man's.
Understand ?" "I am come," began Willems again; "I am come for your good and mine." "You look as if you had come for a good feed," chimed in the irrepressible Almayer, while Willems waved his hand in a discouraged gesture.

"Don't they give you enough to eat," went on Almayer, in a tone of easy banter, "those--what am I to call them--those new relations of yours?
That old blind scoundrel must be delighted with your company.