Chapter Twelve
Summer soon gave way to fall. The miserable wet, cold season had always been Sarah’s least favorite time of year. And this autumn was no different. Hearing through family conversations, because she would never ask directly, she learned that Ian and Lucky had gone to the Chinese port of Fuchow to load their ships with crates of tea for England.
Every man on board those two vessels—from the old salts to the young boys—had earned her respect and admiration for the work they did, so she prayed nightly for their safe journey and that all the men she met on both ships would return to their loved ones, including Ian.
Yes, she prayed daily—several times a day, actually—that he would realize she loved him and that he might grow to love her in return. Oh, she was certain he had som
