Then she told herself firmly it was no use getting hysterical, she would never see Sir Tancred again and she would not give him the stature of even thinking about him.
He was utterly and completely despicable!
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There was predictably no sign of Sir Tancred the following morning when the stagecoach left the inn at five o’clock after a badly cooked and very sparse breakfast served by a yawning waitress.
The horses, however, were fresh and they made good progress on the journey to the next Posting inn, so that Andrina began to hope that she would arrive in London in time to see the Duke that night and not have to wait until the morrow.
Although she had sounded confident about finding accommodation at an hotel, she was not so naïve as not to be aware that most hotels would not welcome an
