He was exhausted and so was Castor. Neither of them would have lasted another five miles, but he did not need to travel five miles. The fingerpost said Southing – 1¼ miles.Please, he found himself thinking, in time with Castor’s plodding hooves. Please. Please. Please.Please let him get there. Please let this night be over and the pain in his ribs cease. And above all – please let Rosa be alive. For all Sebastian’s talk of marriage, Luke couldn’t shake the suspicion that what he had in mind was a colder bed and a grave cloth instead of a bridal gown. He had tried to burn Rosa in the factory in Brick Lane. He wanted her, yes. But he could not afford for her ever to leave Southing. And there was only one sure way to accomplish that. If he married Rosa, it would not be for long.Please . . . Oh, Rosa, wait for me. Stay alive . . .And then, coming down the Beacon, he felt it, like a punch to the chest, a burning smack that made him catch at Castor’s reins and sent the horse stumbling in the slushing snow.
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