It was like a breath long drawn.

I wish I had burnt the paper over the body before it was buried." "Yes," assented Babalatchi.

"But the white men had him thrown into a hole at once.

You know he found his death on the river," he added cheerfully, "and his ghost may hail the canoes, but would leave the land alone." Mrs.Almayer, who had been craning her neck to look round the corner of the shed, drew back her head.
"There is nobody there," she said, reassured.

"Is it not time for the Rajah war-canoe to go to the clearing ?" "I have been waiting for it here, for I myself must go," explained Babalatchi.