Kidnapped - Robert Louis Stevenson

“It is a very fine lass,” he said at last. “David, it is a very fine lass.” And a
matter of an hour later, as we were lying in a den on the sea-shore and I had been
already dozing, he broke out again in commendations of her character. For my
part, I could say nothing, she was so simple a creature that my heart smote me
both with remorse and fear: remorse because we had traded upon her ignorance;
and fear lest we should have anyway involved her in the dangers of our situation.