It was my lady's voice that saved me.

This is my castle, my lord--you lodge yonder." He pointed down into the darkness where the lights of the village shone.

"I owe you nothing.

I pay my debts.

Pay yours, my lord, to him that's beyond and away." Eglington kept his countenance as he drew on his great-coat and slowly passed from the house.
"I ought to have let you die, Soolsby.