"At first," he whispered, dreamily, "my life was like a vision of heaven--or hell; I didn't know which.

Since she went I know what perdition means; what darkness is.

I know what it is to be torn to pieces alive.

That's how I feel." "You may come and live with me again," said Almayer, coldly.

"After all, Lingard--whom I call my father and respect as such--left you under my care.