Great things could be done! What if he should
suddenly take her to his heart, forget his shame, and pain, and anger,
and--follow her! What if he changed his heart if not his skin and made
her life easier between the two loves that would guard her from any
mischance! His heart yearned for her. What if he should say that his
love for her was greater than . . .
"I will never forgive you, Nina!" he shouted, leaping up madly in the
sudden fear of his dream.
This was the last time in his life that he was heard to raise his voice.
Henceforth he spoke always in a monotonous whisper like an instrument of
which all the strings but one are broken in a last ringing clamour under
a heavy blow.
She rose to her feet and looked at him. The very violence of his cry
soothed her in an intuitive conviction of his love, and she hugged to her
breast the lamentable remnants of that affection with the unscrupulous
greediness of women who cling desperately to the very scraps and rags of
love, any kind of love, as a thing that of right belongs to them and is
the very breath of their life. She put both her hands on Almayer's
shoulders, and looking at him half tenderly, half playfully, she said--
"You speak so because you love me.
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