CHAPTER SEVENValeta did not move, but it seemed to the Marquis as if she was clinging to him as tightly as Nicholas had done.
Instinctively he held her closer as he said,
“It is really all right and you need no longer be afraid.”
“You – are not – hurt?”
He could hardly hear her voice, it was so low and she was still trembling although not so violently.
“I am unhurt,” he replied. “So let’s get out of this ghastly place.”
He turned round to face the door, but kept his arm round her shoulder.
Somehow they managed to walk through it together and Harry followed them. Then just before they turned the corner into the next room the Marquis stopped.
“I want you to close your eyes,” he said. “I am going to carry you out into the yard.”
Valeta did not speak, but he knew instinctively that sh
