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CHAPTER TWELVE

IT was growing dark and the scuds of rain seemed to make it darker still. The horses were tired, as were the riders, for Lizbeth had pushed them hard. For the past hour she had recognized the way and had ridden ahead of her little band of servants and pack-horses, hurrying forward with an eagerness which made it hard to keep up with her ; but she was shivering as she turned into the twisting, muddy road which led to Camfield.
She found herself longing for the warmth of the tropical sun, and in her tiredness she tried to imagine herself on the quarter-deck of the Santa Perpetua sailing down the coast over a sea as brilliantly blue as the sky above it. She could visualize Rodney walking up and down deep in thought, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression serious and preoccupied.
In contrast she saw him as she had seen him last, waving his hat to the cheering crowds, his eyes alight, his head thrown back with the same excitement and exuberance that all the crew were feeling at their return home.
Gone was his pose of being calm and unperturbed by anything that occurred. He was setting no check on his feelings, and she thought how young and handsome he looked when be was off his guard. Rodney! Rodney! It seemed to Lizbeth that every picture in her mind was of Rodney! And yet how little she knew about him! He had rarely spoken of his past. Of Drake's exploits he could talk by the hour, but he seldom included himself in those adventures.
She guessed rather than knew that there had been many women in his life and she felt the sharp pangs of jealousy as she thought of them-women who must have loved and ached for Rodney even as she loved and ached for him!
Of his childhood she had learnt only that he was unhappy at home. His mother had died when he was only a child, and his father bullied both him and his elder brothers and sisters.

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