Therefore he went; and now he lies here." And Babalatchi nodded his head towards the body.
"How can you tell ?" said Almayer, excitedly, pushing his wife aside.

He snatched the cover off and looked at the formless mass of flesh, hair, and drying mud, where the face of the drowned man should have been.
"Nobody can tell," he added, turning away with a shudder.
Babalatchi was on his knees wiping the mud from the stiffened fingers of the outstretched hand.

He rose to his feet and flashed before Almayer's eyes a gold ring set with a large green stone.
"You know this well," he said.

"This never left Dain's hand.

I had to tear the flesh now to get it off.