At his kiss love had seemed to burst like a flame inside her.
She had not known that it was possible to have such feelings and to be carried away until she had forgotten everything except that his mouth was on hers.
She knew then she must go away.
She could not stay in his house, wanting, as she had never wanted anything in her whole life, for him to kiss her again.
She could not stay and see him turn from her in horror and perhaps disgust when he learnt that she was Lionel Arlington’s daughter.
‘I must go quickly,’ Cañuela told herself frantically.
Her trunks were kept in a wardrobe room that opened off her bedroom.
It was where Dolores had unpacked them and they were stacked neatly against the wall, a cotton cover draped over them.
Cañuela locked the door of her bedroom and, taki
