Long way off to pull.
All ready, sir." "Wait," whispered Almayer.
Now she was gone his business was to forget, and he had a strange notion that it should be done systematically and in order.

To Ali's great dismay he fell on his hands and knees, and, creeping along the sand, erased carefully with his hand all traces of Nina's footsteps.

He piled up small heaps of sand, leaving behind him a line of miniature graves right down to the water.

After burying the last slight imprint of Nina's slipper he stood up, and, turning his face towards the headland where he had last seen the prau, he made an effort to shout out loud again his firm resolve to never forgive.

Ali watching him uneasily saw only his lips move, but heard no sound.