CHAPTER EIGHTAt Valencia they hired a carriage and spent a day sightseeing. Lexia returned to the ship weighed down with souvenirs which, as the Marquis pointed out to her, were useless and worthless.
“You sound like Pa,” she told him. “He never lets me buy trinkets because he says they have no value and he likes to receive ‘value for every penny’.”
“What about sentimental value?”
“He doesn’t know what the words mean, but one day I shall be glad of my souvenirs. When I am old, I shall look at this – ” she showed him a large, red paper flower, “and remember that you bought it for me on the most wonderful trip of my life.”
He grinned sheepishly.
They were strolling along the deck, waiting for the ship to cast off.
“Have you seen any of the new passengers who came aboard?” he asked.
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