CHAPTER FIVE“I think we have about half an hour before they begin to look for us,” Lord Wye said quietly. “By this time some of my men will have escaped as well, so we may be certain that they will send out quite a large force.”
“What can we do?” Elvina asked, looking at him.
Even with his clothes wet and clinging to his figure it was impossible not to realise that anyone seeing him would recognise him for what he was, a gentleman of fashion.
“We had better start moving,” Lord Wye suggested.
But she heard the note of despair in his voice and realised that already he felt that there was little chance of their not being recaptured.
They trudged through the trees, Elvina lifting her wet skirts high in her hands to prevent them from clinging round her legs and impeding her progress.
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