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CHAPTER SIX-1
CHAPTER SIXTarina found it impossible to sleep. She lay awake thinking of the Marquis and of all the strange events that had happened to her since she had left London. Then, as the first glint of light came through the portholes, she climbed out of bed to stand watching the sky gradually turn from sable to grey and the stars beginning to fade. She was thinking as she did so how the Marquis had told her to look at the stars when she heard a faint sound on the other side of the cabin and turned to look at the door. To her astonishment she saw a piece of paper being pushed underneath it. She picked it up and saw a strong upright handwriting, which she knew without being told belonged to the Marquis. “If you are awake, would you like to come with me to the Floating Market? Go to the jett
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