ABSTRACT
If Dulva had not been black she would surely have been a deathly white. This unhealthy girl who came to look after the children became our maid. We paid her what was then a better-than-average monthly wage of six pounds. She had no belongings that could not be put into a small pillowcase. She smiled brightly at seeing her hole in the wall, a room like a cell, with a bed, a chair and small wardrobe.
