“That stew was good.” Amelia chewed and swallowed the last of her biscuit. “Nobody makes a better stew than Mrs. Catchpole. Don’t you agree, India?” “I do. It’s particularly comforting on a chilly evening.” Throughout the meal India had watched Philip from beneath lowered lashes, hoping he would send her a look, a gesture, some private sign that he remembered their kiss. That they were beginning to belong to each other. But he hadn’t. She turned her eyes to the fading light glimmering through the trees, casting a golden glow across the beach, the end of as perfect a day as she had known since arriving here. There wasn’t much that excited her these days, so fraught as they were with worry, but as they waited for Mrs. Catchpole to bring in the vinegar pie, India felt her anticipation rising. She could do so little to repay Philip for everything he was doing for her.
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