"I do not."
"Take my tip, book a berth in the next boat, and go back where you came from. You'll be more at home like over there."
"Not till I have looked upon her grave if she is dead, or on her face if she is living."
"Ah, then, I shouldn't be surprised if you were to stay this side some time. You'll settle here."
"Aren't the resources of civilisation sufficient to enable me to find my girl?"
"The resources of civilisation aren't interested. You drove her away, it's for you to fetch her back again. What it strikes me is that she don't want to come, and she don't mean to, either."
"She is dead."
"How are you going to prove it?"
"I want you to help me."
"How am I going to help you any more than I have done? I'm a public servant. I receive instructions from my superiors, and I have to obey them. How am I going to devote myself to you? I don't know what good I should do if I could. Thousands of girls are missing; they leave home because they're sick of it, and they set up on their own hook. How do you think you're going to find 'em if they don't mean to be found? It may be easy in the stories, but it isn't out of them."