"Are you afraid of that lot ?" he added, after a short pause.
"I--afraid!" "Then is it the care of your dignity which prevents you from following her there, my high-minded friend ?" asked Almayer, with mock solicitude.
"How noble of you!" There was a short silence; then Willems said, quietly, "You are a fool.
I should like to kick you." "No fear," answered Almayer, carelessly; "you are too weak for that.

You look starved." "I don't think I have eaten anything for the last two days; perhaps more--I don't remember.

It does not matter.

I am full of live embers," said Willems, gloomily.

"Look!" and he bared an arm covered with fresh scars.