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But, to a girl with nothing, a man with
hundreds is as rich as one with millions.
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I do not say this with pride, Mr Dawes.
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Nor do I want it to sound like one of the
foolish things we laugh at in the movies.
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But no man has ever paid for me,
and I do not think any man ever will.
:29:20
Then... why not with pride?
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Because it has not been out of goodness.
:29:28
Not even because I've tried to be good.
:29:31
I have nothing to say about it,
Mr Dawes, about whom I love.
:29:36
It is a kind of sickness.
:29:39
And, as I have said, I cannot
bear to be with sick people.
:29:44
But when the sick one is yourself,
you cannot run away.
:29:49
When I was a little girl,
like so many others,
:29:52
there was no money to buy shoes for me.
:29:56
And when the bombs came,
in the civil war,
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I used to bury myself
in the dirt of the ruins to be safe.
:30:03
I would lie there, safe in the dirt,
:30:07
and wiggle my toes
and listen to the noise
:30:11
and dream of someday
being a fine lady, in fine shoes.
:30:19
I hate shoes, Mr Dawes.
:30:22
I wear them to dance and to show
myself, but I feel afraid in shoes.
:30:28
And I feel safe with my feet in the dirt.
:30:33
My words in English are so simple. And
yet what I want to say is not simple at all.
:30:38
Even in my own language, my brain
and my words could not say it, I'm afraid.
:30:43
There's more to talking than just words.
:30:45
And you have one more sense
than other people.
:30:48
For instance, you understood
about my cousin right away.
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And when I was older,