A Lady for Lord Randall. Sarah Mallory

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      ‘Miss Endacott! Miss! We will be arriving in Ostend very soon.’

      The cabin boy’s shouts penetrated Mary’s dreams. She stretched, luxuriating in pleasantly sensuous feelings that still lingered until reality stepped in and she sat up quickly. Heavens, had she been dreaming of Lord Randall? She crossed her arms and hugged herself, trying to recall her dreams, but they had flown, leaving only the vague sense of well-being.