"You ghoul! How dare you! How dare you--" He stopped short.

He passed his hand across his forehead.

All the time the woman remained unmoved.
"Do you know," he muttered, his voice still shaking a little, "that I believe sometimes I am afraid of you?
How would you like to see me there, eh, down at the bottom of that hungry sea?
You watch sometimes so fixedly.

You'd miss me, wouldn't you?
I am a good master, you know.
I pay well.

You've been with me a good many years.