Kirby guarded you with great care from all observation.

Do you know why ?" Her wide-opened eyes gazed into mine frankly, but her lips trembled.
"Yes," she answered, as though forcing herself to speak.

"I do know now.
I thought I knew then, but was mistaken.

I supposed it might be because I looked so little like a negress, but now I realize it was his own conscience.

He knew I was a white woman; he had become convinced that I was Eloise Beaucaire.