I understand it now--Everard was the robber." "I am going for her, mother.

Remember she is friendless, and that she saved your son's life." He quitted the room with the last word.

That claim, he knew, was one his mother would never repudiate.
"Oh!" she said, lying back in her chair pale and faint, "to think what might have happened!" As she spoke her son re-entered the room, and by his side a young lady--so stately, so majestic in her dark beauty, that involuntarily the mother and daughter arose.
"My mother, this young lady saved my life.

Try and thank her for me.
Lady Kingsland, Miss Silver." Surely some subtle power of fascination invested this dark daughter of the earth.

The liquid dark eyes lifted themselves in mute appeal to the great lady's face, and then the proudest woman in England opened her arms with a sudden impulse and took the outcast to her bosom.
"I can never thank you," she murmured.