CHAPTER SEVEN
Avila stood on the deck of the British Battleship watching until Athens was out of sight.
She knew that she was saying ‘goodbye’ not only to Greece but also to a wonderful and glorious love that she would never find again.
At last, when she could only vaguely see the coastline, she went below.
Her maid had already unpacked and her cabin seemed so empty and, taking off her hat and her jacket, she sat down on the bed.
She was trying to think clearly and not to heed the agony that was in her heart.
‘I love ‒ him. I love ‒ him!’ she kept thinking over and over again.
She felt again the wonder of his kisses and the rapture he had given her yesterday from the moment they had stepped onto the Island of Delos.
As the Battleship steamed on, the sea began to grow rougher.
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