Suddenly Denver, who was sitting cross-legged, lurched forward and grabbed Beloved's wrist.
"Don't tell her. Don't let Ma'am know who you are. Please, you hear?"

"Don't tell me what to do. Don't you never never tell me what to do."
"But I'm on your side, Beloved."
"She is the one. She is the one I need. You can go but she is the one I have to have." Her eyesstretched to the limit, black as the all night sky.
"I didn't do anything to you. I never hurt you. I never hurt anybody," said Denver.
"Me either. Me either."
"What you gonna do?"
"Stay here. I belong here."
"I belong here too."
"Then stay, but don't never tell me what to do. Don't never do that."