But the one I will be." "Then, a thousand times, a blow," she cried, her eyes flaming, "from you!" He wondered at her courage, but he hid his wonder.

"So be it!" he answered.

And before she knew what he would be at, he struck her sharply across the cheek with the glove which he held in his hand.

She recoiled with a low cry, and her cheek blazed scarlet where he had struck it.
"So be it!" he continued sombrely.

"The choice shall be yours, but you will come to me daily for the one or the other.