Who spoke the Malay words?
Who ran away?
Why too late--and too late for what?
What meant those words of hate and love mixed so strangely together, the ever-recurring names falling on his ears again and again--Nina, Dain; Dain, Nina?
Dain was dead, and Nina was sleeping, unaware of the terrible experience through which he was now passing.

Was he going to be tormented for ever, sleeping or waking, and have no peace either night or day?
What was the meaning of this?
He shouted the last words aloud.

The shadowy woman seemed to shrink and recede a little from him towards the doorway, and there was a shriek.
Exasperated by the incomprehensible nature of his torment, Almayer made a rush upon the apparition, which eluded his grasp, and he brought up heavily against the wall.

Quick as lightning he turned round and pursued fiercely the mysterious figure fleeing from him with piercing shrieks that were like fuel to the flames of his anger.

Over the furniture, round the overturned table, and now he had it cornered behind Nina's chair.