Chapter Nine
She stood in the library of the square city house, looking at the hint of shabbiness that surrounded her, thinking how strange it was to have been transported to this place, so far from England, the place she knew as home, and so far from the island she’d just recently escaped. It was bit of a letdown perhaps, being in this very ordinary home on what she suspected was just an ordinary street in this bustling American city. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, so many different ideas of her future had been created by her imagination, and none looked like this. It was not a sad or dismal picture certainly, things could have been far worse. But this was no romantic fantasy, thrust in the midst of a home she knew nothing of, with people that were strangers, and customs she was
