"I have been biting myself to forget in that pain the fire that hurts me there!" He struck his breast violently with his fist, reeled under his own blow, fell into a chair that stood near and closed his eyes slowly.
"Disgusting exhibition," said Almayer, loftily.

"What could father ever see in you?
You are as estimable as a heap of garbage." "You talk like that! You, who sold your soul for a few guilders," muttered Willems, wearily, without opening his eyes.
"Not so few," said Almayer, with instinctive readiness, and stopped confused for a moment.

He recovered himself quickly, however, and went on: "But you--you have thrown yours away for nothing; flung it under the feet of a damned savage woman who has made you already the thing you are, and will kill you very soon, one way or another, with her love or with her hate.

You spoke just now about guilders.

You meant Lingard's money, I suppose.