"But they treat me good."
"They make a slave of you. Regular slave." He puffed, frowning. "Damned shame, I call it," he said.
Her loyalty stirred Lulu. "We have our whole living----"
"And you earn it. I been watching you since I been here. Don't you ever go anywheres?"
She said: "This is the first place in—in years."
"Lord. Don't you want to? Of course you do!"
"Not so much places like this----"
"I see. What you want is to get away—like you'd ought to." He regarded her. "You've been a blamed fine-looking woman," he said.
She did not flush, but that faint, unsuspected Lulu spoke for her:
"You must have been a good-looking man once yourself."