CHAPTER THREEShana heard nothing from the Marquis on Sunday.
When she went to Church she prayed that the burglars had been prevented from taking anything, better still, that they had not turned up at all.
If that had happened, the Marquis would think she had invented the whole story! And if they had made the attempt, she felt sure that the story was bound to leak out. It would be a piece of gossip the village would really enjoy.
She next expected to hear from him on Monday, but Monday came and went and there was still no news from the Hall.
She chose to go riding early in the morning and found the woods were, as always, calming, but at the same time inspiring.
She always felt as she rode underneath the trees that they were telling her stories of the past and yet they themselves were v
