She was alarmed for him.

She came in, his guardian fairy, to protect him from the oppressor of six feet high.

Rugge's arm was raised, not indeed to strike, but rather to declaim.

Sophy slid between him and her grandfather, and, clinging round the latter, flung out her own arm, the forefinger raised menacingly towards the Remorseless Baron.

How you would have clapped if you had seen her so at Covent Garden! But I'll swear the child did not know she was acting.