A monkey, chained to one of the verandah supports--retired for the night under the eaves--peered and grinned at Almayer, as it swung to one of the bamboo roof sticks and caused a shower of dust and bits of dried leaves to settle on the shabby table.

The floor was uneven, with many withered plants and dried earth scattered about.

A general air of squalid neglect pervaded the place.

Great red stains on the floor and walls testified to frequent and indiscriminate betel-nut chewing.

The light breeze from the river swayed gently the tattered blinds, sending from the woods opposite a faint and sickly perfume as of decaying flowers.
Under Almayer's heavy tread the boards of the verandah creaked loudly.
The sleeper in the corner moved uneasily, muttering indistinct words.
There was a slight rustle behind the curtained doorway, and a soft voice asked in Malay, "Is it you, father ?" "Yes, Nina.