"No man can escape his fate," he murmured piously.

"When love enters a man's heart he is like a child--without any understanding.

Be merciful, Lakamba," he added, twitching the corner of the Rajah's sarong warningly.
Lakamba snatched away the skirt of the sarong angrily.

Under the dawning comprehension of intolerable embarrassments caused by Dain's return to Sambir he began to lose such composure as he had been, till then, able to maintain; and now he raised his voice loudly above the whistling of the wind and the patter of rain on the roof in the hard squall passing over the house.
"You came here first as a trader with sweet words and great promises, asking me to look the other way while you worked your will on the white man there.

And I did.