Yes, he is dead! Do you understand?
Dead! What do you care?
You never cared; you saw me struggle, and work, and strive, unmoved; and my suffering you could never see.

No, never.

You have no heart, and you have no mind, or you would have understood that it was for you, for your happiness I was working.

I wanted to be rich; I wanted to get away from here.

I wanted to see white men bowing low before the power of your beauty and your wealth.