It was a terribly wounding thing to say. She felt as if she’d been stabbed. He stared at her in direct challenge and she was suddenly too tired to go on fencing with him. He was too young and strong and quick, and she was too upset and broken up to push him into a corner. She began to cry. "What happens now?" she asked. "Should I beg for your permission to live? I’ll beg if you want me to. Just tell me that’s what you want."