CHAPTER THREEMary down bent over the bed and put her finger to her lips as the girl was about to speak.
“Hush!” she cautioned. “Don’t say a word. You must stay silent. I will be back in an instant.”
And she hurried out.
Jasmina lay very still.
She felt most dreadfully hot, her head ached and the room was spinning around her in a most alarming fashion.
What had happened? Where was she now? Back at Harley Grange?
No – the woman who had placed the cool bandage on her forehead was not someone she had ever met before.
And this strange bedroom with its lace trimmings and its beautiful turquoise and gold curtains embroidered with wonderful peacock tails was certainly not the one she had used in her aunt’s home.
Jasmina struggled to sit up and groaned as a flash of pain shot through her he
