Prisoner of Love
“There had been only one stop during the night. Laura had been vaguely aware of it; aware, too, of Julius, restless and unsleeping, fumbling with the blind at the narrow window. She had not spoken because he had believed her asleep and because she sensed that he might resent intrusion at that moment. His uneasiness seemed to be more of the spirit than the result of any physical discomfort, and he had not occupied his berth for long.She dozed and slept again, tired after the excitements of the day before, which seemed to be receding farther and farther into the past with every mile they traveled. The more secure past.The suggestion troubled her a little as she rose and dressed. Julius had gone, probably to order their breakfast, and she took the opportunity to wash and dress in the confined space while he was away.Outside the sun was very bright and high hills dominated the horizon. She knew that they were somewhere in Perthshire and a new excitement kept her beside the window. Jagged p...eaks pierced the sky, high and dark against the morning blue, remote mountain tops of great beauty, with white clouds sailing serenely above them.MoreLess
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