CHAPTER FOURFenella walked swiftly through the wood until she came to a small clearing where there was an old broken-down rustic seat.
It was half hidden by undergrowth and sheltered by the overhanging branches of two great chestnut trees. It had been a favourite place of escape for Fenella, Raymond and Moo ever since they had been babies.
If things went wrong they would hide there to nurse their wounds in secret or to confide in each other and plot together so that they might combat a common enemy.
Today Fenella was alone and yet the place held so many memories that she felt just being there comforted her and assuaged in some little way her tragic overwhelming misery.
She sank down on the seat and covered her face with her hands. She did not cry, she felt indeed as if she was beyond t
