"Did I not tell you that I saw the witchwoman push the canoe?
I lay hidden in the grass and heard all the words.

She that we used to call the white Mem wanted to return to look at your face, but the witchwoman forbade her, and--" She sank lower yet on her elbow, turning half round under the downward push of the heavy hand, her face lifted up to him with spiteful eyes.
"And she obeyed," she shouted out in a half-laugh, half-cry of pain.

"Let me go, Tuan.

Why are you angry with me?
Hasten, or you shall be too late to show your anger to the deceitful woman." Almayer dragged her up to her feet and looked close into her face while she struggled, turning her head away from his wild stare.
"Who sent you here to torment me ?" he asked, violently.

"I do not believe you.