And it would have been a desperate proud thought to comfort a slave, that never once had she known even a secret opposition to the will of her lord.
But she had: she recalled instances.

Up they rose; up rose everything her mind ranged over, subsiding immediately when the service was done.
She had not conceived her beloved to be infallible, surest of guides in all earthly-matters.

Her intellect had sometimes protested.
What, then, had moved her to swamp it?
Her heart answered.

And that heart also was arraigned: and the heart's fleshly habitation acting on it besides: so flagellant of herself was she: covertly, however, and as the chaste among women can consent to let our animal face them.

Not grossly, still perceptibly to her penetrative hard eye on herself, she saw the senses of the woman under a charm.