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CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SIXChristina was being carried over rough ground. Then, so suddenly that she gave a shriek, she was thrown down roughly. Only as a horse started off and she was moving did she realise that she had been put into a cart. Not only was there a rope securing her feet, there was also one round her arms over the rug, so that she could not move them. The cart was an open one, she thought, such as the gardeners used. One horse was pulling it and he moved very quickly. It was agony as she was thrown from side to side and her head hit the wood on the floor of the cart. She recognised instinctively that it was Terence Verley who had spirited her away, but she could not imagine where he was taking her or why. She realised that no one would know why she had left the house. The night-foo
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