Joseph Conrad

“ In the faint airs the schooner crept on past a sturdy squat headland, and it was pitch dark when her headsails ran down, she turned short on her heel, and her anchor bit into the sandy bottom on the edge of the outer reef; for it was too dangerous then to attempt entering the little bay full of shoals. After the last solemn flutter of the mainsail the murmuring voices of the Moorsom party lingered, very frail, in the black stillness. ”

“ Next to him Miss Moorsom assented by a long silence. Then in a voice as of one coming out of a dream -
"And so this is Malata," she said. "I have often wondered . . ."
A shiver passed through Renouard. She had wondered! What about? Malata was himself. He and Malata were one. And she had wondered! She had . . .
The professor's sister leaned over towards Renouard. Through all these days at sea the man's--the found man's--existence had not been alluded to on board the schooner. That reticence was part of the general constraint lying upon them all. ”

“ It was but the simple anxiety of his heart that he was voicing when he muttered gloomily -
"No one in the world knows what to-morrow may hold in store."
The mature lady had a recoil as though he had said something impolite. What a harsh thing to say--instead of finding something nice and appropriate. On board, where she never saw him in evening clothes, Renouard's resemblance to a duke's son was not so apparent to her. ”