"I pulled myself together and spoke slowly. The last word he pronounced was - your name." I heard a light sigh, and then my heart stood still, stopped dead short by an exulting and terrible cry, by the cry of inconceivable triumph and unspeakable pain. "I knew it - I was sure!"

This exert tells of how Marlow lies to Hurtz mistress about his final words to ease the pain of her sorrow. This applies yet another sorrow and distasteful shadow in the closing of the book.