Do you think that I do not read your heart, that I do not know that you believe I am dragging you down to shame and ruin?
Well, I spare you, Macumazahn, since you have kissed me and spoken words which already you may have forgotten, but which I do not forget.

Go your road, Macumazahn, and I go mine, since the proud white man shall not be stained with my black touch.

Go your road; but one thing I forbid you--to believe that you have been listening to lies, and that I have merely played off a woman's arts upon you for my own ends.

I love you, Macumazahn, as you will never be loved till you die, and I shall never love any other man, however many I may marry.

Moreover, you shall promise me one thing--that once in my life, and once only, if I wish it, you shall kiss me again before all men.