As it dawned upon him that she did not mean to obey he felt a deadly cold creep into his heart, and, pressing the palms of his hands to his temples, he looked down on the ground in mute despair.

Dain took Nina by the arm and led her towards her father.
"Speak to him in the language of his people," he said.

"He is grieving--as who would not grieve at losing thee, my pearl! Speak to him the last words he shall hear spoken by that voice, which must be very sweet to him, but is all my life to me." He released her, and, stepping back a few paces out of the circle of light, stood in the darkness looking at them with calm interest.

The reflection of a distant flash of lightning lit up the clouds over their heads, and was followed after a short interval by the faint rumble of thunder, which mingled with Almayer's voice as he began to speak.
"Do you know what you are doing?
Do you know what is waiting for you if you follow that man?
Have you no pity for yourself?
Do you know that you shall be at first his plaything and then a scorned slave, a drudge, and a servant of some new fancy of that man ?" She raised her hand to stop him, and turning her head slightly, asked-- "You hear this Dain! Is it true ?" "By all the gods!" came the impassioned answer from the darkness--"by heaven and earth, by my head and thine I swear: this is a white man's lie.

I have delivered my soul into your hands for ever; I breathe with your breath, I see with your eyes, I think with your mind, and I take you into my heart for ever." "You thief!" shouted the exasperated Almayer.
A deep silence succeeded this outburst, then the voice of Dain was heard again.
"Nay, Tuan," he said in a gentle tone, "that is not true also.