You are not worth powder and shot though.

You ought to be destroyed with a stick--like a snake." Almayer's voice woke up the little girl, who sat up on the pillow with a sharp cry.

He rushed over to the chair, caught up the child in his arms, walked back blindly, stumbled against Willems' hat which lay on the floor, and kicked it furiously down the steps.
"Clear out of this! Clear out!" he shouted.
Willems made an attempt to speak, but Almayer howled him down.
"Take yourself off! Don't you see you frighten the child--you scarecrow! No, no! dear," he went on to his little daughter, soothingly, while Willems walked down the steps slowly.

"No.

Don't cry.