"What do you know of men's anger and of men's love?
Have you watched the sleep of men weary of dealing death?
Have you felt about you the strong arm that could drive a kriss deep into a beating heart?
Yah! you are a white woman, and ought to pray to a woman-god!" "Why do you say this?
I have listened to your words so long that I have forgotten my old life.

If I was white would I stand here, ready to go?
Mother, I shall return to the house and look once more at my father's face." "No!" said Mrs.Almayer, violently.

"No, he sleeps now the sleep of gin; and if you went back he might awake and see you.

No, he shall never see you.

When the terrible old man took you away from me when you were little, you remember--" "It was such a long time ago," murmured Nina.
"I remember," went on Mrs.Almayer, fiercely.