Joseph Conrad

“ Lingard hesitated.
"No," he said, at last. "It would do good to no one."
"True," said Hassim, gently, "but was this man your debtor—a slave?"
"Slave?" cried Lingard. "This is an English brig. Slave? No. A free man like myself."
"Hai. He is indeed free now," muttered the Malay with another glance downward. "But who will pay the bereaved for his life?"
"If there is anywhere a woman or child belonging to him, I—my serang would know—I shall seek them out," cried Lingard, remorsefully.
"You speak like a chief," said Hassim, "only our great men do not go to battle with naked hands. O you white men! ”

“ A sheep from the brig's sea stock was given to the men of the prau, while in the cabin, Hassim and his two friends, sitting in a row on the stern settee, looked very splendid with costly metals and flawed jewels. The talk conducted with hearty friendship on Lingard's part, and on the part of the Malays with the well-bred air of discreet courtesy, which is natural to the better class of that people, touched upon many subjects and, in the end, drifted to politics.
"It is in my mind that you are a powerful man in your own country," said Hassim, with a circular glance at the cuddy. ”

“ While lying off the village, very much on his guard, waiting for the skins and negotiating with the treacherous coast-savages who are the go-betweens in that trade, Hassim saw one morning Lingard's brig come to an anchor in the bay, and shortly afterward observed a white man of great stature with a beard that shone like gold, land from a boat and stroll on unarmed, though followed by four Malays of the brig's crew, toward the native village. ”