Chapter ThreeLarina felt as if her heart had already stopped beating.
She could think of nothing except that the days, hours and minutes were passing and, while she felt that she ought to do something special or something important before she died, she had no idea how to set about it.
She felt as if her willpower had dissolved and she needed, more than she had ever needed in her life before, someone to take control of the situation and tell her what to do.
She could only wait with a kind of hopelessness for Elvin’s reply to her cable.
Supposing, she thought, he was too ill to answer her cry for help?
Because the idea made her frantic she would take out his letters every hour and read the last one she had received from him from America.
He told her how pleased his mother had been to s
