"Anthony!"
She was sobbing upon his breast, his arms about her, her face hidden. The heavy sobs shook her frame like the lashing of a storm, and she braced herself against him to withstand the terrible weeping.
Presently she grew quiet, and he released her. Her face was suffused with a joy that shone through her tears.
"You love me?" she asked.
"I love you."
She smiled.
"I will stay near you," she said. "I will not go South."
For a moment he was silent, and when he spoke his voice rang with determination.
"You will go South," he said, "and I will go with you."
Her eyes shone.