Chapter SevenBertilla was trembling in Lord Saire’s arms.
Then at length she stammered in an inarticulate whisper he could hardly hear,
“I was – frightened – I h-hid under the bed – and I was praying – that you would s-save me.”
“You knew I was here in Sarawak?” he asked, his voice unsteady.
“N-no – but I thought of you and I – tried to tell you – wherever you were, how t-terrified I was.”
“I have saved you, Bertilla,” he sighed, “and it is all over. There is nothing now to make you afraid.”
He felt her relax against him as the tension went out of her body and now he raised his head to look at the moonlight on her hair and her eyes turned up to his.
“It is all right,” he said again and knew that, while her hands still clung to his coat, she was not as terrified as she had been.
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