I hate that false name.

I told you it wasn't mine.

My name is Sally Sellers--or Sarah, if you like.

From this time I banish dreams, visions, imaginings, and will no more of them.
I am going to be myself--my genuine self, my honest self, my natural self, clear and clean of sham and folly and fraud, and worthy of you.
There is no grain of social inequality between us; I, like you, am poor; I, like you, am without position or distinction; you are a struggling artist, I am that, too, in my humbler way.

Our bread is honest bread, we work for our living.