"That is all mine, and for you.

It is not enough! He will have to give more before he takes you away to the southern island where his father is king.

You hear me?
You are worth more, granddaughter of Rajahs! More! More!" The sleepy voice of Almayer was heard on the verandah recommending silence.

Mrs.Almayer extinguished the light and crept into her corner of the room.

Nina laid down on her back on a pile of soft mats, her hands entwined under her head, gazing through the shutterless hole, serving as a window at the stars twinkling on the black sky; she was awaiting the time of start for her appointed meeting-place.