CHAPTER FOURRosaleena’s eyes flew open in the dark. What had awakened her? She sat up, drawing the bed quilt around her, and listened.
Footsteps! Footsteps in the street below.
Whoever it was paused outside the house and then mounted the porch steps.
A moment later Rosaleena heard a soft rapping on the front door.
She was overcome with curiosity. Who could be calling at this hour and in such a clandestine manner?
She tiptoed to her bedroom door. There was not a sound in the house.
Carefully Rosaleena descended to the first landing and the head of the stairs. The visitor rapped again and this time someone in the house responded.
Peering down, Rosaleena could see her uncle come hurriedly out of his study, a candle in his hand.
Sir Uriel crossed the hall and hauled open the door.
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