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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"Good night, Rodney."
Her voice seemed to echo and re-echo round the high walls. If he answered, she did not hear him, and the door of her bedroom closed behind her.
She sat down at her dressing-table. He had gone back to Phillida! She had half-expected that Phillida would come upstairs with her; but Phillida, who had been too weak to leave her bed but a few days before, was sitting listening to Rodney.
Lizbeth let Nanna undress her and take away her clothes, and she made a pretence of settling herself among the pillows; but she knew she would not sleep. Taking a book, she attempted to read ; but two hours later, when she heard the others coming upstairs to bed, she realized that not one word of the pages she had turned had penetrated her consciousness.
Rodney was under the same roof. She had often thought of him lying m his bunk on the other side of the ship ; and yet that he was here at Camfield, her own home, made him seem somehow closer than he had ever been before.
She thought of the hardships and the dangers they had shared together and wondered if, lying in luxury on the thick feather mattress in one of the fine, panelled guest chambers, he too, was thinking of her.
Then she remembered how Phillida had looked at him across the supper table, and she knew that she was only being foolish. Don Miguel might have called her lovely, but she had no beauty in comparison with the gold-and-white fairness of her half-sister.
Lizbeth blew out the candles, crept from her bed and, drawing back her curtains, sat in the window-seat to look out on the darkness of the night. She could hear the wind whistling round the house and the rain pattering sharply against the diamond-paned casement. She felt desperately sad and utterly alone.
Francis was gone, her mother was dead-there was no one left who really mattered to her. She would go away. Perhaps in service to the Queen she would find forgetfulness.
She heard the hours strike one by one and then she must have fallen asleep, for when she awoke she was cramped and cold and the night had passed. It was a grey, blustery day;

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