‘But then she is different,’ he told himself and wished once again that he had left her where she was, although he wondered how long she could have survived such an existence.
There was no doubt that, despite the tiring journey, there was already an improvement in her appearance even after one week.
The tension had gone from her face and he thought that her chin was no longer so sharply etched or the skin so tight over her bones as it had been when he first saw her.
She was also putting on a little weight, for Tara had told him that her waistband was so tight that she had to sit up at night letting out her skirts because they were uncomfortable.
“I am hoping that, when we reach Scotland, you will make yourself an entirely new gown,” Mr. Falkirk had said.
Tara had looked at him and he
