Joseph Conrad

“ Travers, austerely, "are unnecessarily detaining this—ah—person, and—ah—friends—ah!"
"I had forgotten you—and now—what? One must—it is hard—hard—" went on Lingard, disconnectedly, while he looked into Mrs. Travers' violet eyes, and felt his mind overpowered and troubled as if by the contemplation of vast distances. "I—you don't know—I—you—cannot . . . Ha! It's all that man's doing," he burst out.
For a time, as if beside himself, he glared at Mrs. Travers, then flung up one arm and strode off toward the gangway, where Hassim and Immada waited for him, interested and patient. ”

“ Immada turned upon Mrs. Travers her eyes black as coal, sparkling and soft like a tropical night; and the glances of the two women, their dissimilar and inquiring glances met, seemed to touch, clasp, hold each other with the grip of an intimate contact. They separated.
"What are they come for? Why did you show them the way to this place?" asked Immada, faintly.
Lingard shook his head in denial.
"Poor girl," said Mrs. Travers. "Are they all so pretty?"
"Who-all?" mumbled Lingard. "There isn't an other one like her if you were to ransack the islands all round the compass." ”

“ At that moment Lingard, to whom Hassim had been talking earnestly, protested aloud:
"I never saw these people before."
Immada caught hold of her brother's arm. Mr. Travers said harshly:
"Oblige me by taking these natives away."
"Never before," murmured Immada as if lost in ecstasy. D'Alcacer glanced at Mrs. Travers and made a step forward.
"Could not the difficulty, whatever it is, be arranged, Captain?" he said with careful politeness. "Observe that we are not only men here—"
"Let them die!" cried Immada, triumphantly. ”