CHAPTER SEVENNelita was becoming more and more frightened.
She was also extremely uncomfortable.
The rope hurt her ankles and, when she leaned back against the supposedly cushioned seat, every bump in the road jarred her spine.
She tried to think about where Sir James might be taking her.
It was obviously not in London and she thought that they might be going North.
That would mean any of a number of Counties, all of which would be more or less unknown to the Duke as he had been abroad for so long.
The only thing she could do was to pray that by some miracle he would be able to find her.
She tried to remember whether she had left any clue behind, but she could think of nothing to indicate where two odd men driving a post chaise would be likely to go.
‘Please, please God help me,’ s
