I will see that nothing happens to you.

Hold my hand tightly, like that.

Now come." Jeanne reluctantly trusted herself to her companion's guidance.

They made their way down the rough road which led from the home of the Caynsards, half cottage, half farmhouse, to the lane at the bottom.
There was no moon, and though the wind was blowing hard, the sky seemed everywhere covered with black clouds.

When Kate opened the wooden gate which led on to the marshes, Jeanne stopped short.
"I am not going any farther," she declared.