And Lizzie had never felt happier.The men from belowdecks recovered slowly from their fevers. Lizzie and the other women still spent many hours washing the sick men, rubbing them with vinegar and gin, and pouring water, tea, and finally some soup into their mouths. To Caroline Bailiff and Anna Portland’s satisfaction, none of the men died under their care. And on the third day, the dark-haired man even managed to smile at Lizzie and call her by her own name rather than Kathleen’s.“Elizabeth,” he said softly. “You see, I remember. You told me your name when I was sick, and you claimed not to be an angel. But I don’t believe that. You’re an angel all the same. My name is Michael Drury.”Lizzie smiled, and Michael thought she looked lovely. Until then she had looked nondescript—surely warm-hearted, but unimpressive to him. Now, however, her warm, all-indulgent smile charmed him.“An angel doesn’t land on a prison ship,” she replied. “Unless it got really lost.”Michael smiled back and drank a sip of the tea Lizzie handed him.
What do You think about Toward The Sea Of Freedom?
