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“That’s all right.” She managed a small smile. “It was an adventure while it lasted.”

They descended the attic stairs to the bedroom level. Mr. Henshall started back to his room while Sarah stopped at the linen cupboard to retrieve a clean towel for herself.

From around the corner, she heard Mr. Henshall’s low voice and Effie’s higher one, his pleasant while hers held a note of complaint.

“What were ye doing with Miss Sarah?”

“We were just looking for something.”

“You like her, don’t ye?”

“Aye, I suppose I do.”

Effie groaned. “Why? She is so serious—no fun at all!”

The girl’s criticism struck a nerve.

The door closed, muffling their voices. But Sarah had heard enough.

She stood there a moment longer, torn between offense and conviction. Was there truth in Effie’s words?

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No major author or poet spent their working life in the town, but there are a surprising number who have stayed or lived here. Fanny Burney ... Elizabeth Barrett ... and others.

—Nigel Hyman,

Sidmouth’s Literary Connections

When Viola arrived at Westmount, Armaan greeted her. “Good day, Miss Summers. The major is dressing but will be ready soon.”

“That is late for him.”

“We went for a swim earlier.”

“Swim? Is he ... able?”

“Yes. He swims well. And the doctor approves, now the bandages are off.”

“Good. Though a bit chilly today I would have thought.”

“For me, yes. The major does not mind. He swims for strength, not pleasure.”

“I see. Well, shall I wait in the sitting room?”

“Please do.” He gestured for her to precede him. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

Removing her veil as she went, Viola sat on the sofa while heremained standing. She asked him, “Why did you stay hidden in the back when you came to our house with the Huttons?”

“Perhaps for the same reason you wear a veil. I am never sure how people will react to my appearance, or the color of my skin.”

“There is nothing wrong with your appearance or your skin!”

“Nor with yours, Miss Summers.”

For a moment she met his gaze, and then shifted. “Well, I hope you know you are always welcome at Sea View.”