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but she knew now what it was
    like to experience that blind all-encompassing rage.
    'How dare you call me a silly child!' she raged. 'You turned me out of your
    house and wild horses won't drag me back there!" She saw him turn towards
    Ronald and give a slight rueful shrug, as if to imply, 'These youngsters,' and
    she could have screamed with anger and frustration.
    'He is a stranger to me.' She swung desperately towards Mr Ronald, who was
    observing these goings on open- mouthed. 'I won't go with him. Why, he
    doesn't even know my Christian name,' she added with sudden inspiration.
    'Go on—ask him. Ask him what it is and I bet he won't be able to tell you.'
    'It seems reasonable,' Ronald mumbled, staring down at his feet. 'Er—do
    you know this young lady's name?'
    Dominic Trevennon paused and Morwenna met his eyes triumphantly. This,
    she thought deliriously, is going to take some explaining, even by the
    uncrowned king of Cornwall.
    'Her name,' Dominic Trevennon said quietly, 'is Morwenna.'
    'But you don't—you can't know!' She-stared at him robbed of her triumph,
    her lips trembling suddenly in reaction. 'I didn't tell you. I didn't even tell
    Mark, so how can you know?'
    It was all over. Ronald was already unloading her luggage from the boot and
    shouting with laughter at some murmured remark Dominic had made to him.
    She could guess the subject of the joke and her slim body quivered with
    humiliation. He came back to her, and his fingers fastened round her arm.
    She went with him to his car, her head high. He opened the passenger door
    and put her into the front seat without gentleness. As he got in beside her,
    she said, her voice shaking with rage, 'You won't get away with this. You're
    abducting me. But you won't get away with it, I promise you that. I'll make
    you sorry, if it's the last thing I ever do!'
    'I'm already sorry,' he said wearily. 'Sorry I ever set eyes on you. I'm taking
    you back to Trevennon not because I have the slightest wish to have you
    there, but because your clever little ploy with the pictures worked and my
    uncle wants to see you.'
    'Your uncle? But you said…'
    'I know quite well what I said.' He leaned forward and started the car, lifting
    his hand in salute as the other car overtook them and disappeared into the
    night. 'I never intended that my uncle should know that you existed, let alone
    that you had come to the house, but I underestimated you, Miss Kerslake.
    You're a bright girl, leaving those pictures behind on my desk so
    inadvertently. And you summed Inez up pretty well too.'
    'I'm sorry.' Morwenna pressed a hand against her aching forehead, as he
    turned the car back towards Trevennon. 'I'm not in your league for cryptic
    remarks. What has your housekeeper to do with all this?'
    'And I'm not in your league for assumed innocence,' he said grimly. 'Are you
    trying to pretend that Inez didn't pick up your resemblance to your
    mother—and that when she saw those pictures it wouldn't occur to her who
    you were?'
    'Frankly I never gave it a thought,' she said tiredly. 'Besides, leaving the
    pictures behind was a genuine mistake. I was upset, can you believe? Didn't
    Mark tell you…'
    'Oh, Mark told me. But then he's still impressionable, easily influenced by
    limpid eyes and feminine curves. You must have found him an easy touch.
    I'm afraid you'll find me a little more difficult to convince.'
    'Fortunately, I don't have to try.' She lifted her head and straightened her
    shoulders. 'As I've said, I have no intention of spending any more time under
    your roof. I suppose it's too much to hope that you've brought the pictures
    with you. If so, you could drop me at the bus stop, and I'll make my own way
    from there.'
    His lip curled. 'That, my sweet innocent, is what I've been trying to convey
    to you. I no longer have your damned pictures. My uncle does, and he wants
    to see you.'
    Morwenna felt as if she was trying to fight her way out of a maze.
    'But I thought that was the last