You will be secure there.

Urge him, Phineas--for your sake and his own." But my poor broken-down father needed no urging.

Grasping more tightly both John's arm and mine, which, for the first time in his life, he leaned upon, he submitted to be led whither we chose.

So, after this long interval of time, I once more stood in Sally Watkins' small attic; where, ever since I first brought him there, John Halifax had lived.
Sally knew not of our entrance; she was out, watching the rioters.

No one saw us but Jem, and Jem's honour was safe as a rock.