She had thought him masterful, and all his reminiscences now went to show that it was she who had been the masterful one.
"You must often laugh now," he said, "to remember how I feared you.
The memory of it makes me afraid of you still.

I assure you, I joukit back, as Corp would say, that day I saw you in church.

It was the instinct of self-preservation.

'Here comes Grizel to lord it over me again,' I heard something inside me saying.

You called me masterful, and yet I had always to give in to you.