With succour like this at hand you may safely defy me.
"He is my eternal foe; the baffler of my best concerted schemes.

Twice have you been saved by his accursed interposition.

But for him I should long ere now have borne away the spoils of your honor." He looked at me with greater stedfastness than before.

I became every moment more anxious for my safety.

It was with difficulty I stammered out an entreaty that he would instantly depart, or suffer me to do so.
He paid no regard to my request, but proceeded in a more impassioned manner.
"What is it you fear?
Have I not told you, you are safe?
Has not one in whom you more reasonably place trust assured you of it?
Even if I execute my purpose, what injury is done?
Your prejudices will call it by that name, but it merits it not.