She was struggling silently and strongly in his hold, when he clasped her to him with a firmer impulsive embrace and whispered to her: "Comfort thee, dear heart! It is I, Hesper!" She ceased to resist so suddenly and was so tensely still that he knew the shock of immense reaction was having its way with her.
He knew without asking that she had been forced to leave the shelter of the Greek's roof, and though his rage threatened to rise up and blind him he was not entirely unaware of the benefit the inhospitality of others had given him.

At last she was with him; entirely in his care.
It was a safe shelter into which she was brought, but no luxurious one.

There was light enough from the single torch stuck in a crevice in the ancient rock to show that it was habitable.

The immense floor was packed hard by the trampling of many feet; overhead, lost in gloom, there must have been a rocky roof, but it was invisible.

On the ledges of rocks were belongings by heaps and collections, showing that this was an abiding-place for great numbers.