Last night I saw her praying to her gods; she did not know that I was near, for the place was lonely, but I saw her and I never wish to see anything so horrible again.

I will tell you why she hates us all so much, Outram.

She is jealous, because the senora--does not hate us.

That woman's heart is wicked, wickedness was born in her, yet, as none are altogether evil, she has one virtue, her love of the senora.
She is husbandless and childless, for even among the black people, as I have learnt from the Settlement men, all have feared her and shrunk from her notwithstanding her good looks.

Therefore, everything that is best in her has gone to nourish this love for the woman whom she nursed from a babe.