Anne Warner, By Decree of Their Guardian Angel
“ Lord Jeovil sprang up, his eyes staring: “Sir William—do you—do you mean that—that Alix can live? Oh—you—you don't mean that.” The old man stretched forth his hand. “Dare,” he said, “you know why she had to promise not to marry you? I know, too. In the world's eyes you proved her mother right. In my eyes her mother condemned her more than she saved her. She has suffered to the limit for you; she will live now unless you choose to kill her. Remember.” Jeovil stooped and swept his wife from her feet up into his arms. “Alix,” he cried, “'you'll live to be a hundred!” ”
