savage, ruthless, and that he meant to break her, as he would break a horse. But she would not be broken. She was not old Lucius's granddaughter for nothing. After an hour or so she suddenly stopped her packing and put on her hat.
"I am going to the hotel, Tom," she said. "If you want me to come back you can send for me."
But he did not send for her. He came to her instead. She opened her door that night, to find him, crutches and all, standing outside.
"Well, here I am!" he said, much as she had said it the day she had gone to him. "Do I come in, or am I on my way?"
The next moment she was in his arms.
