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CHAPTER ELEVEN

landlord took her for her brother and was quite prepared to find her decent horses and trustworthy men to accompany her on her journey. She paid him well and knew that she need not worry that he would rob her more than he was entitled to do.
When everything was arranged, she went to bed and lay sleepless, finding it impossible to rest because the room was steady and there was no creaking timber or rattle of the rigging to which she had grown accustomed without realizing it. She hated the stillness of the night and was glad when dawn came and she could say that she was ready to leave an hour before the time appointed.
It was drizzling with rain, a fine drizzle which made her face wet and glistened on her eyelashes. Yet, as she turned round in her saddle to look back at the town, the harbour and the grey waves of the sea, she knew it was not the drizzle that was blinding her eyes, but tears of regret and loneliness, of a longing which seemed to make her whole body ache for the man she had left behind her.

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