CHAPTER THREERavina spent a restless night, tossing and turning in her pink and gold bedroom, her dreams haunted by the stranger’s dark piercing gaze.
She rose at dawn, hours earlier than usual, feeling weary and irritable and was bathed, dressed and downstairs before the housemaids had finished sweeping the gleaming staircase.
They looked astonished to see her up and about, but Ravina was too engrossed in her own thoughts to notice their expressions.
She had seen the dark-haired man three times now. Surely it could not be a coincidence?
She had heard of men stalking their victims – indeed, one of her friends had undergone a very distressing experience with a young curate, who had pressed his attentions on her daily, even lurking in the shrubbery in her garden to spy on her.
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