Jamie's gaze was less sympathetic; he looked puzzled, and kept very close to his Protectress.
"A Vanished Hand"
Sarah Doudney
My kind Protectress did not forget me.
"Won from the Waves"
W.H.G. Kingston
I remember once, if not twice, seeing the mate while I was playing in front of the house; but my Protectress, fancying that he wanted to take me from her, ran out and carried me inside.
"Won from the Waves"
W.H.G. Kingston