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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

was an invigorating crispness in the air and the frost brought the colour to her cheeks as she guided her horse through the narrow streets until she reached the Park.
There was a beauty she did not expect in the leafless branches of the trees silhouetted against the pale sky. In the distance the Serpentine gleamed silver as the lake at Camfield might have done. There was the smell of autumn on the air, the aroma of rotting leaves and the faint acrid smoke of the woodcutter's fire.
Her horse was fresh and Lizbeth gave him his head. Soon she had left the groom far behind and was alone, forgetting convention and formality and everything except the joy of feeling herself move in one accord with the great animal on whose back she sat.
And then, as if this moment had been predestined from the beginning of their lives, as if everything they had thought and done led to this moment, she saw Rodney come riding towards her through the trees. The sunshine was on her face as she greeted him, not in words, but with a sudden glory in her eyes and the parting of her lips.
He reined in his horse beside hers. For a moment neither of them spoke. The animals, spirited though they were, seemed suddenly to grow quiet as if they were waiting for the drama to unfold and for the climax of the play to be reached.
" Lizbeth ..." Rodney began, but as he looked into her eyes, he forgot what he was going to say. "I love you ..." he stammered. "I adore you ... I worship you. I did not realize until you left me. I did not know until my life was empty without you how much you meant and how little I could do without you."
Lizbeth thought then as she listened that she must be dreaming. For one wild moment she believed she would wake up and find herself in bed, not at Camfield or at Whitehall, but aboard the Santa Perpetua. It was for this she had yearned for so long, aching to hear this note in Rodney's voice, to see this look in his eyes.
It was true! With a little incoherent murmur she put out her hand towards him. He drew the glove from her fingers and, turning her hand over in his, raised it to his lips and

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