In front of them the sea glimmered against the rocky slopes and the grey precipices, while the top of Monte Santo seemed to be haloed with the light of the Gods.
“I shall always remember this!” she breathed.
As she spoke, she realised that Lord Castleford was not looking at the mountain but at her.
She raised her eyes enquiringly and then she was held spellbound by the expression in his.
For a moment they stood staring at each other, while his eyes took in the purple darkness of her hair falling over her shoulders and the shimmer of the garment she wore, which did not conceal the soft curves of her breasts or her neck rising like a white column to hold the grace of her head.
Then, as they still stood immobile like statues, Yamina’s lips parted a little and it was difficult for her to
