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.She heard Nina's voice calling out gaily, and saw Dain's face brighten with joy as he leaped on shore.She hated the sound of that voice ever since.After that day she left off visiting Almayer's compound, and passed the noon hours under the shade of the brig awning.She watched for his coming with heart beating quicker and quicker, as he approached, into a wild tumult of newly-aroused feelings of joy and hope and fear that died away with Dain's retreating figure, leaving her tired out, as if after a struggle, sitting still for a long time in dreamy languor.Then she paddled home slowly in the afternoon, often letting her canoe float with the lazy stream in the quiet backwater of the river.The paddle hung idle in the water as she sat in the stern, one hand supporting her chin, her eyes wide open, listening intently to the whispering of her heart that seemed to swell at last into a song of extreme sweetness.Listening to that song she husked the rice at home; it dulled her ears to the shrill bickerings of Bulangi's wives, to the sound of angry reproaches addressed to herself.And when the sun was near its setting she walked to the bathing-place and heard it as she stood on the tender grass of the low bank, her robe at her feet, and looked at the reflection of her figure on the glass-like surface of the creek.Listening to it she walked slowly back, her wet hair hanging over her shoulders; laying down to rest under the bright stars, she closed her eyes to the murmur of the water below, of the warm wind above; to the voice of nature speaking through the faint noises of the great forest, and to the song of her own heart.She heard, but did not understand, and drank in the dreamy joy of her new existence without troubling about its meaning or its end, till the full consciousness of life came to her through pain and anger.And she suffered horribly the first time she saw Nina's long canoe drift silently past the sleeping house of Bulangi, bearing the two lovers into the white mist of the great river.Her jealousy and rage culminated into a paroxysm of physical pain that left her lying panting on the riverbank, in the dumb agony of a wounded animal.But she went on moving patiently in the enchanted circle of slavery, going through her task day after day with all the pathos of the grief she could not express, even to herself, locked within her breast.She shrank from Nina as she would have shrunk from the sharp blade of a knife cutting into her flesh, but she kept on visiting the brig to feed her dumb, ignorant soul on her own despair.She saw Dain many times.He never spoke, he never looked.Could his eyes see only one woman's image? Could his ears hear only one woman's voice? He never noticed her; not once.And then he went away.She saw him and Nina for the last time on that morning when Babalatchi, while visiting his fish baskets, had his suspicions of the white man's daughter's love affair with Dain confirmed beyond the shadow of doubt.Dain disappeared, and Taminah's heart, where lay useless and barren the seeds of all love and of all hate, the possibilities of all passions and of all sacrifices, forgot its joys and its sufferings when deprived of the help of the senses.Her half-formed, savage mind, the slave of her body – as her body was the slave of another's will – forgot the faint and vague image of the ideal that had found its beginning in the physical promptings of her savage nature.She dropped back into the torpor of her former life and found consolation – even a certain kind of happiness – in the thought that now Nina and Dain were separated, probably for ever.He would forget.This thought soothed the last pangs of dying jealousy that had nothing now to feed upon, and Taminah found peace.It was like the dreary tranquillity of a desert, where there is peace only because there is no life.And now he had returned.She had recognized his voice calling aloud in the night for Bulangi.She had crept out after her master to listen closer to the intoxicating sound.Dain was there, in a boat, talking to Bulangi.Taminah, listening with arrested breath, heard another voice.The maddening joy, that only a second before she thought herself incapable of containing within her fast-beating heart, died out, and left her shivering in the old anguish of physical pain that she had suffered once before at the sight of Dain and Nina.Nina spoke now, ordering and entreating in turns, and Bulangi was refusing, expostulating, at last consenting.He went in to take a paddle from the heap lying behind the door.Outside the murmur of two voices went on, and she caught a word here and there.She understood that he was fleeing from white men, that he was seeking a hiding-place, that he was in some danger.But she heard also words which woke the rage of jealousy that had been asleep for so many days in her bosom.Crouching low on the mud in the black darkness amongst the piles, she heard the whisper in the boat that made light of toil, of privation, of danger, of life itself, if in exchange there could be but a short moment of close embrace, a look from the eyes, the feel of light breath, the touch of soft lips.So spoke Dain as he sat in the canoe holding Nina's hands while waiting for Bulangi's return; and Taminah, supporting herself by the slimy pile, felt as if a heavy weight was crushing her down, down into the black oily water at her feet.She wanted to cry out; to rush at them and tear their vague shadows apart; to throw Nina into the smooth water, cling to her close, hold her to the bottom where that man could not find her.She could not cry, she could not move.Then footsteps were heard on the bamboo platform above her head; she saw Bulangi get into his smallest canoe and take the lead, the other boat following, paddled by Dain and Nina.With a slight splash of the paddles dipped stealthily into the water, their indistinct forms passed before her aching eyes and vanished in the darkness of the creek.She remained there in the cold and wet, powerless to move, breathing painfully under the crushing weight that the mysterious hand of Fate had laid so suddenly upon her slender shoulders, and shivering, she felt within a burning fire, that seemed to feed upon her very life.When the breaking day had spread a pale golden ribbon over the black outline of the forests, she took up her tray and departed towards the settlement, going about her task purely from the force of habit.As she approached Sambir she could see the excitement and she heard with momentary surprise of the finding of Dain's body.It was not true, of course.She knew it well.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
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