She regretted that he was not dead.

She should have liked Dain to be dead, so as to be parted from that woman--from all women.

She felt a strong desire to see Nina, but without any clear object.

She hated her, and feared her and she felt an irresistible impulse pushing her towards Almayer's house to see the white woman's face, to look close at those eyes, to hear again that voice, for the sound of which Dain was ready to risk his liberty, his life even.

She had seen her many times; she had heard her voice daily for many months past.