CHAPTER EIGHTThe hours passed slowly and Jabina found herself growing sleepy.
The motion of the boat rocked by the waves and the strong sea air made it hard for her to keep her eyes open. Moreover there was nothing in front of her but the sight of wooden barrels.
Her legs felt cramped and began to ache. She was quite certain that the Duke was experiencing the same discomfort as his arms were round her.
But it was impossible for either of them to move and after a time she deliberately tried not to think or to be afraid, but rather to hypnotise herself into a kind of oblivion of everything but the closeness of the Duke’s body to her own.
She tried to remember how long it took to cross the Channel and she had a feeling somewhere in the back of her mind that in faster boats smugglers could
