CHAPTER TENThe sea lapped in the dark, like a dog at a trough. A gull wheeled in the inky air, hoping for a stray crust, though most of the craft in the harbour bore no lights. It was an eerily silent scene.
Eugenia shivered as she stood waiting on the quayside. A chill wind snapped at the brim of her bonnet – or rather, Bridget’s bonnet. Gregor had decided that Eugenia should not look too much of a lady as they travelled. For some reason he was nervous of attracting attention. Eugenia did not understand this, since nobody was chasing after her.
Perhaps it was simply in Gregor’s nature to feel hunted.
Bridget had happily yielded up her plain brown bonnet and her worsted cape. In return, she wore Eugenia’s woollen cloak with its warm hood. It made her feel like a Duchess, she said.
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