CHAPTER ELEVENClarinda galloped down Dingle’s Ride and found it a joy to be mounted on a horse again, especially one from Lord Melburne’s perfect stables.
She had slipped away when luncheon was over, feeling strongly that she must be alone and determined to tell no one where she was going.
She wanted to visit The Priory and, although she was sure that neither the Dowager nor Lord Melburne would wish to accompany her, she had a slight feeling of guilt because she had not told them of her plans.
She had spent a sleepless night after she had left Lord Melburne in the library. She had tossed and turned, living over and over those extreme moments of horror and humiliation when she had been unable to escape from Sir Gerald and had felt herself helpless beneath him.
Now it seemed as clearly a
