Her mind went back, dwelling on details of that home-life; how Bates had ruled, commanded, praised, and chidden, and she had been indifferent to his rule until an hour of fear had turned indifference into hate.

It was very strange to look at it all now, to lay it side by side with a lover's kiss and this same man her lover.
Perhaps it was a sense of new power that thrilled her so strangely.

It needed no course of reasoning to tell her that she was mistress now, and he slave.

His words had never conveyed it to her, but by this sign she knew it with the same sort of certainty we have that there is life in breath.

She had sought power, but not this power.