Flesh of my flesh have you been, and soul of my soul, for in the web of sorceries are we knit together.
Yet be warned and presume not too far, for remember that which I have laid down I can take up, and that should I choose to command, you must still obey.

Farewell, you are free." Noma heard, and with a sigh of ecstasy she sprang into the air as a slave might do from whom the fetters have been struck off.
"Ay," she cried, "I am free! I feel it in my blood, I who have lain in bondage, and the voice of freedom speaks in my heart and the breath of freedom blows in my nostrils.

I am free from you, O dark and accursed man; but herein lies my triumph and revenge--_you_ are not free from me.
In obedience to that white fool whom you have murdered, you have loosed me; but you I will not loose and could not if I would.

Listen now, Hokosa: you love me, do you not ?--next to this new creed of yours, I am most of all to you.

Well, since you have divorced me, I will tell you, I go straight to another man.