Nevertheless she knew as she stepped out of the carriage and walked through the lychgate that she was trembling.
It was very dark in the churchyard although there was a lantern hanging in the Church porch.
The gravestones stood sentinel-like and accusing, as if they were shocked at the lies she had to tell.
Hesitantly she moved down the path towards the porch, the Church looming dark and somehow ominous ahead of her.
Suddenly there came the sound of quick footsteps and, before she had time to see who was approaching, she felt strong arms go around her.
“My dearest, you have come! I knew you would!”
As she looked up to protest a man’s mouth was on hers.
For a moment she was shocked into immobility.
It was impossible to move and insistent, passionate demanding lips kept her speechles
