Veasey:
I'm God's minister.
Inman:
What part of God's business is throwin' a woman down a gorge?
Veasey:
A slave woman, Can you see that in this light? Black as a bucket of tar.
Inman:
Is she dead?
Veasey:
No. I drugged her, like you would a butterfly, And I care for her. That's the heartbreak of it. She's got my bastard in her belly.
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