'I have been risking my life every day for the last fortnight to keep her out of the house. She got in one day and kicked up a row about those miserable rags I picked up in the storeroom to mend my clothes with. I wasn't decent. At least it must have been that, for she talked like a fury to Kurtz for an hour, pointing at me now and then. I don't understand the dialect of this tribe. Luckily for me, I fancy Kurtz felt too ill that day to care, or there would have been mischief. I don't understand.... No — it's too much for me. Ah, well, it's all over now.”

“At this moment I heard Kurtz's deep voice behind the curtain: 'Save me! — save the ivory, you mean.

Don't tell me. Save me! Why, I've had to save you. You are interrupting my