“No one, I hope.”
“And I hope the same. You need not be afraid. I intend to reform if you will only let me have a chance of doing so.”
“Are you sincere?”
“Of course I am. I’ll lead a new life after this. I’ve seen the error of my ways, and promise to be as straight as an arrow for the future; only take compassion one me and release me from this miserable bondage. I ache in every limb, and my head goes throbbing like anything. Do cut the cords that confine me; you’ll never regret it. My dear good creatures, have compassion on a miserable wretch who appeals to you, and will for the future be as honest and upright as the day. No time is to be lost if you wish to save me, which I feel assured you do. Hesitate no longer, or it may be too late.”
“Indeed there is some reason in what he says, dear,” observed the kind-hearted Lady Marvlynn.
“I will hesitate no longer,” cried Aveline. “Come what may, this man must be free.”
Without further ado Aveline at once proceeded to unbind the rope which confined Charles Peace, who in a minute or so was freed from the post, the strap was then removed from his feet, the cord which confined his arms was undone, and once more he had free use of his limbs.
“I shall remember this act of kindness to the last and latest hour of my life,” said he. “Oh, my good angels, for such indeed you are, accept my most sincere and heartfelt thanks.”
“Now go, say no more in the way of grateful expression. Time presses; hence away at once without further hesitation,” exclaimed Lady Batershall, “and remember your promise.”
“Be assured of that. I shall never forget it.”