CHAPTER SEVENPurilla put up her hands in protest.
“No, no, I cannot drink one spoonful more.”
“It’ll keep away the chill, Miss Purilla,” Nanny said firmly. “Heaven knows, you were a frozen icicle when you got back to the house.”
Purilla gave a weak little laugh.
“I should certainly have been that if I had had to stay in that cave all night.”
She saw Nanny shudder and knew that she herself had been desperately afraid until, like in a miracle, she had heard the Earl’s voice.
“Are you there, Purilla?” he had shouted above the noise of Jason’s barking.
“I am here – I am – here!” she managed to gasp weakly at first because of her fears and then louder because she was afraid that he would not hear her.
“You are not hurt?”
She thought that there was real concern in his voice and it was t
