CHAPTER FOURFleur stood outside the little Railway Station and looked about her in a dazed manner. She was feeling so utterly weary that it was difficult to realise that she had really reached her journey’s end.
In the far distance she could see the sea, shining a dazzling blue in the hot sun. Seagulls, squawking noisily, were looking for food among the overturned earth in the adjoining fields.
She had arrived at last and reached Ste-Madeleine-de-Beauchamps after a journey which seemed to have lasted interminably.
Marie had warned her not to ask questions of anyone at the Station.
“They will be curious about you,” she said. “Walk straight on down the road towards the sea for about a mile and then turn left.”
“For about a mile!”
