Then she pulled the rug even higher, closing her eyes, as she rested her head against the cushioned back.
She felt as if waves of exhaustion were making her feel disembodied.
She was sinking into a strange oblivion that was dark, terrifying and there was no one to save her.
Then she knew no more –
*
Valessa turned over and thought that she was back in bed at home.
She supposed that she should go downstairs and pump some water that she could have some heat for her breakfast.
‘The fire!’
The words seemed to spring into her mind.
She had forgotten the fire. Perhaps the one in her bedroom had gone out in which case she would be unable to light the one in the kitchen.
She was aware that she was moving.
It was then she remembered that the Marquis was driving to London and she thought
