She would never be frightened of him again.

A new impulse seemed to have come to her.

If she could in any way comfort him for what he had suffered, it would be something to live for.
"He's my father, and I'll stick to him through thick and thin," she said to herself fiercely, as she went to bed that night.

"I don't know who this enemy is, but if ever I meet him I'll hate him and all belonging to him.

I say it, and I don't go back on my word.