Later that night I realised my folly in having a nap earlier in the day. I was unable to sleep at all. Although, part of the fault was surely that I had so much to think about. Mrs Hamilton's words especially. Could I really give up everything to be with Lucas and have no regrets?  

 It was while I was puzzling this point that the footsteps came.

 They were outside in the passage, moving stealthily. They came to a stop outside my room and, alarmed, I bit my blanket to keep from making a sound. It was some time before they moved on again. 

 I knew that the accepted, heroic, procedure would be to throw on a wrap and follow. Squashing a very natural and almost insurmountable desire to bury my head under the pillow and lie still, I sneaked out of bed, f...

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