Why, you were the very one whose danger was the greatest; you were the one plunged into slavery." "Yes--yes; I had forgotten that.

Never for a moment does it seem real to me.

I have to keep saying over and over again to myself, 'I am a negro and a slave.'" "And so do I," I confessed, unthinkingly.

"And even then, when I remember you as I first saw you in that lighted room back yonder, it is unbelievable." Her eyes fell from my face, her head drooping, as she stared over the rail at the sullen rush of black water alongside.

She remained silent and motionless for so long that I felt impelled to speak again, yet before I could decide what to say, her voice addressed me, although with face still averted.
"Yes, it is indeed most difficult--for both of us," she acknowledged, slowly.