Chapter 5The Sea Wolf sailed into a small bay surrounded by high cliffs.
They peaked so high that they looked like a mountain rising from a small sandy beach and Ola, watching every movement, exclaimed with delight when the anchor went down.
“What an ideal place!” she said to the Marquis. “I do wish we could swim in this clear water.”
“I am afraid you would find it very cold,” he replied, “it may look inviting, but the sea can be very treacherous at this time of the year.”
“There is always some excuse for my not doing what I want to do,” Ola pouted and he laughed.
“I don’t intend to be sorry for you,” he said. “You get your own way far too much already!”
She gave him a mischievous glance from under her eyelashes and he knew that she was being provocative in a manner he had grown used
