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CHAPTER ELEVEN

"We heard your guns, Sir, and guessed what was happening," Barlow went on. "When we came upon the galleons ourselves, they were shipping water and drifting helplessly. We thought it was unlikely that either of them would make port, but thought it best to make sure of it."
" Quite right, Master Barlow-well done!" Rodney approved.
Extra hands from the Sea Hawk came to relieve the crew of the Santa Perpetua and, when dawn broke, both ships were on their way again. Carpenters were working on the damage done below decks until the day before they sighted Land's End and after that there was nothing more to do but to dress the ship and bring her into Plymouth Harbour with all flags flying.
For Lizbeth the last few days passed with an incredible swiftness. It seemed to her that she hardly had a moment to think, with thirty wounded men requiring so much attention that, when she went to bed, hardly an hour passed without someone rapping on her door. Five men died, but the rest, despite dangerous wounds, were, she believed, well on the road to recovery as they rounded Rame Head.
Those who could walk or crawl dragged themselves on deck. No one wanted to miss that moment of satisfaction when the crews of other vessels entering or leaving the harbour would stare in stupefaction at the Santa Perpetua and know her for a p rize.
Rodney was as busy as Lizbeth was, but as they sat together on the last night in the big oak-panelled after cabin, Lizbeth felt a sudden constriction of her heart as she realized that the voyage was ended and this was perhaps the last time she would be alone with Rodney.
Her love for him was as hard to bear, she had thought several times that week, as the wounds of the men she tended so carefully. They were now on the road to recovery, but she would never recover. Her love for Rodney went too deep, and she knew with that strange clairvoyance which had been hers since childhood that, whatever the future might hold for either of them, she would love him until she died.
She was not sure how she knew this ; she was only aware

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