CHAPTER FIVETamina had just returned to her cabin after a brisk walk along the Promenade Deck. The sun was setting and the greeny-grey waters of the English Channel were touched with gold and crimson as it dipped into the Western sky.
The walk had cheered her immensely.
She had felt a rush of freedom once England had disappeared into the distance and she could no longer see land.
Edmund and all her worries were already beginning to fade and she realised that perhaps her heart had not been broken as thoroughly as she had originally thought.
Tamina had washed and changed for dinner, hoping that her blue skirt and white lawn blouse with a single strand of pearls would be considered the right attire for a working girl.
She was just folding her hair into a severe French pleat, suitable for
