Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed. But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

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

I have tried," I said, "but he does not believe me. It is too late for that now" (it is always too late for truth, I thought).

The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.