They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed.

If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.

that expression you get in your eyes when you are very tired and everything is like a dream and you are starting to know what things are like underneath what people say they are.

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

I took the red dress down and put it against myself. 'Does it make me look intemperate and unchaste?' I said.

Next week, or next month, or next year I will kill myself. But I might as well last out my month's rent, which has been paid up.