CHAPTER NINEAurora lay in the small bedroom under the eaves at Treworra House and gazed out through the diamond-paned window towards the sea.
She could not remember how long she had been ill, but at last her fever had gone and she was beginning to feel a little better.
She thought feverously back over the long journey to Cornwall, recalling how Phyllis had taken that unlucky emerald necklace and been able to sell it in one of the little country towns they passed through.
It went for only a fraction of its worth, since no one would believe that those stones were real, but with a few coins in their pockets they were able to buy saddles for the coach horses and also pay for simple rooms at the inns and hostelries along their way.
And how useful cook’s cast-off gowns had proved, although t
