When he straightened himself up his hand wandered almost involuntarily towards his left side to feel the handle of a Kriss amongst the folds of his sarong, but he tried to look unconcerned under the angry stare.
"An Outcast of the Islands"
Joseph Conrad
A mute face with a Kriss between its lips.
"An Outcast of the Islands"
Joseph Conrad
Willems, looking out of his dreamy numbness, could see plainly the Kriss between the thin lips, a bar across the face; the handle on one side where the polished wood caught a red gleam from the fire and the thin line of the blade running to a dull black point on the other.
"An Outcast of the Islands"
Joseph Conrad