As for me, whom fate had just brought aboard his vessel, whose life he had held in the balance: he had received me coolly but hospitably. Only, he never took the hand I extended to him.
Hij ontving mij, dien het toeval bij hem aan boord had gebracht, mij, wiens leven in zijne hand lag, koel, doch gastvrij; hij had evenwel nimmer mijne hem toegestoken hand aangevat, of mij de zijne toegestoken.