CHAPTER TEN
Amé felt the horses pulling the vehicle that she was being carried in up a steep hill and then at a hoarse word of command they stopped.
At first she had struggled against the enveloping folds of the suffocating cloak that had been thrown over her, but in consequence she had been handled so roughly that prudence and sheer physical pain had decided that she should be still.
She could see nothing and it was indeed hard to breathe. The cloak had been flung over her and wound envelopingly round her head and shoulders while she had stood irresolute at the edge of the garden, wondering why the Duke should have sent for her to such a strange and isolated part of the grounds.
She had walked quickly at the side of the gentleman who had led her away from the crowds that thronged the
