She caressed me by nestling me against her . . . Now still I recollect this fragrance, because
smells can remind me of it!. . . . Such was my relationship to her.9
It was like this with the Dutch. . . I was told to take care of the child. At ten at night I'd
go back in and give it something to drink, some milk, then a change of clothes, whatever
clothes were wet, you know . . . then I'd return to the back [servants' quarters]
again, like that.1°