CHAPTER EIGHTThere was no other way out of the stable yard.
Aurora was trapped.
Frank, the footman, ran up and grabbed Aurora by the arms, pulled her down from the pony trap and dragged her across the yard to where her stepmother stood waiting.
“So, who is this?” Lady Hartnell said imperiously. “Some kind of labourer’s wife? What can such a person be doing at this time of night upon our premises?”
She reached out for the big white cap that covered Aurora’s auburn curls and pulled it from her head.
“Ah, how interesting,” she smiled coldly. “Let’s see what your father has to say about this!”
Aurora looked round to see what was happening to Phyllis, as she could hear the big dog that had attacked her snarling and growling, but she was surrounded by a crowd of stable boys and was hidd
