"Nor hate him.

And for you, my lord, I am your wife and must do your bidding, whether I will or no.

I have no choice." He was silent.
"Is that not so ?" she asked.
He tried weakly to withdraw his hand.
But she clung to it.

"I must bear your blows or your kisses.

I must be as you will and do as you will, and go happy or sad, lonely or with you, as you will! As you will, my lord! For I am your chattel, your property, your own.