Come.

We must live, all of us, _till all our debts are paid_." He made no answer at first save to look her straight in the face for a moment.

"Maybe there is such a thing as duty," said he.
"Maybe I do owe it--to you.

I've--not yet--paid enough.

Very well, then." "Come," cried out Jamieson suddenly, "out you go on the table.