And she knew nothing of it all.

She lived like the tall palms amongst whom she was passing now, seeking the light, desiring the sunshine, fearing the storm, unconscious of either.

The slave had no hope, and knew of no change.

She knew of no other sky, no other water, no other forest, no other world, no other life.

She had no wish, no hope, no love, no fear except of a blow, and no vivid feeling but that of occasional hunger, which was seldom, for Bulangi was rich and rice was plentiful in the solitary house in his clearing.