I sat down and said after a little effort to be as calm as I ought to be, "One of my earliest remembrances, guardian, is of these words: 'Your mother, Esther, is your disgrace, and you were hers. The time will come, and soon enough, when you will understand this better, and will feel it too, as no one save a woman can.'" I had covered my face with my hands in repeating the words, but I took them away now with a better kind of shame, I hope, and told him that to him I owed the blessing that I had from my childhood to that hour never, never, never felt it. He put up his hand as if to stop me. I well knew that he was never to be thanked, and said no more.

I sat down and said after a little effort to be calm, "One of my earliest memories is of these words: 'Your mother, Esther, is your disgrace, and you were hers. The time will come when you will understand this better.'"
I had covered my face with my hands in repeating the words, but I took them away now, and said that to him I owed the blessing that I had never felt shame since that time. He put up his hand as if to stop me.
