CHAPTER SEVENLanthia cried torrentially like a child.
The Marquis pulled her legs onto the seat and held her across him as if she was a baby.
“It’s all right,” he kept saying gently, “it is all over, it is finished and you are not to upset yourself any more.”
It was impossible for her to stop crying.
He continued whispering to her as the carriage gathered speed.
“You were safe, Lanthia, from the moment I knew where you were and I did hear you calling for me.”
She was so surprised that she raised her head from his shoulder.
“You heard me – calling to you?” she asked a little incoherently.
They passed by a streetlight and the Marquis could see her face.
Her eyes were wide and tears were running down her cheeks.
He pulled her back against him and his lips came down on hers.
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