Chapter NineteenLouisa moved with the Bible in her clasp. When she had laid it down on the little table beside the bed she came back and put a hand on Rachel’s shoulder.
‘Do you think I pushed you, my dear?’ The voice was deep and gentle, the words simply spoken as to a child.
Rachel looked up at her and then down again. She said,
‘No, Louie—you do love me.’ Then, after a pause, ‘But someone pushed me.’
‘I think you should go to bed now,’ said Miss Silver. ‘We will talk about it in the morning.’
Rachel got wearily to her feet.
‘Yes—I can’t think—I can’t talk about it any more tonight. Louie, I can’t talk to you. You must go to your room.’
‘Miss Rachel—’
‘Not tonight. I can’t. Please go.’
She turned back at the door herself because Miss Silver beckoned her.
‘I won’t keep you, Miss
