"He does not scruple to lie."
"If Julia were only here, I should be satisfied," added she, looking out upon the lake.
"I am sorry she is not; but you may be satisfied as it is. You shall have the cabin all to yourself."
"I'm not afraid of anything," said she, with some confusion on her pretty face.
"You ought not to be afraid of your own cousin."
"My own what?" asked she, with a smile.
"Of your own cousin."
"Where is he?"
"I am he."
"You, Philip," laughed she.