It could put the man at a remove from her and say, that she had lived with him and suffered intensely.

It gathered him to her breast rejoicing in their union: the sharper the scourge, the keener the exultation.

But she had one reproach to deafen and beat down.

This did not come on her from the world: she and the world were too much foot to foot on the antagonist's line, for her to listen humbly.

It came of her quick summary survey of him, which was unnoticed by the woman's present fiery mind as being new or strange in any way: simply it was a fact she now read; and it directed her to reproach herself for an abasement beneath his leadership, a blind subserviency and surrender of her faculties to his greater powers, such as no soul of a breathing body should yield to man: not to the highest, not to the Titan, not to the most Godlike of men.
Under cloak, they demand it.