I did not know you, though if I had I would have saved it, all the same.

That was not the death you were to die.

I saved you for the gallows." "Sybilla, Sybilla!" "I saved you for the gallows!" she repeated.

"I come here to-night to tell you the truth, and you shall hear it.

Did I not swear your life away?
Did I not nurse you back from the jaws of death?
All for what?
That the astrologer's prediction might be fulfilled--that the heir of Kingsland Court might die a felon's death on the scaffold!" "The astrologer's prediction ?" he cried, catching some of her excitement.