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"Come!" he said abruptly, and in a different tone, "we must end this! Is

it to be a kiss or a bloeen us?"

She rose, though her knees shook under her; and they stood face to face,

her face white as paper

"What--do you mean?" she whispered

"Is it to be a kiss or a blow?" he repeated "A husband must be a lover,

Madame, or a master, or both! I am content to be the one or the other,

or both, as it shall please you But the one I will be"

"Then, a thousand ti, "froe, but he hid his wonder "So be it!" he

answered And before she knehat 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 If I cannot be lover,

Madan I will have you know it,

daily, and daily re, in an astonishment too

deep for words But he did not heed her He did not look at her again

He had already turned to the door, and while she looked he passed through

it, he closed it behind him And she was alone