"A most pithy vaunt," said he--"one that redounds vastly to the credit of your dear Yorkshire friends. But don't fear for me, Lina. I am on my guard against these lamb-like compatriots of yours. Don't make yourself uneasy about me."
"How can I help it? You are my cousin. If anything happened----" She stopped.
"Nothing will happen, Lina. To speak in your own language, there is a Providence above all--is there not?"

"Don't fear for me, Lina. I am on my guard. Don't make yourself uneasy about me."
"How can I help it? You are my cousin. If anything happened-" She stopped.
"Nothing will happen, Lina. To speak in your own language, there is a Providence above all