A great rush, the noise of which he fancied he could hear yet; and now, with an awful shock, he had reached the bottom, and behold! he was alive and whole, and Dain was dead with all his bones broken.

It struck him as funny.

A dead Malay; he had seen many dead Malays without any emotion; and now he felt inclined to weep, but it was over the fate of a white man he knew; a man that fell over a deep precipice and did not die.

He seemed somehow to himself to be standing on one side, a little way off, looking at a certain Almayer who was in great trouble.

Poor, poor fellow! Why doesn't he cut his throat?
He wished to encourage him; he was very anxious to see him lying dead over that other corpse.