She did not care for the ship’s dark, smelly hold, and the constantly swaying lamps made her dizzy. Gimbaled, the lanterns safely pitched about with the movement of the waves and did not tip over. But Sarah knew that one careless passenger or a single drunken sailor could set the entire vessel aflame. This fear plagued her despite her best intentions. Now at an outdoor tea table once again, she observed the white cliffs of Dover with gratitude. It could not be long before she must set sail again, and she intended to make the most of her short time on the blessed firmness of land. Six months, perhaps a year at the most, would allow time to put the affairs of her estate back in order. With her parents deceased, Sarah felt responsible for her two younger sisters. Mary had wed John Heathhill, an upstanding gentleman who had inherited eight thousand pounds, and she enjoyed enough financial security to reside in comfortable circumstances. Prudence, who was as silly as she was beautiful, had yet to fix her mind upon any one of her many suitors.
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