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Chapters (53)
  1. Praise
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Donegal, Ireland - 1911
  7. Delia
  8. Nora
  9. Delia
  10. Nora
  11. The Titanic - 1912
  12. Delia
  13. Nora
  14. Delia
  15. Nora
  16. Delia
  17. Nora
  18. Delia
  19. Nora
  20. Delia
  21. New York - 1912
  22. Delia
  23. Nora
  24. Delia
  25. Nora
  26. Delia
  27. Nora
  28. Dallas, Texas - 1913
  29. Delia
  30. Donegal - 1913
  31. Nora
  32. Shotgun City - 1913
  33. Delia
  34. New York - 1913
  35. Nora
  36. Humboldt Ranch - 1913
  37. Delia
  38. Shotgun City - 1913
  39. Nora
  40. Delia
  41. Nora
  42. Delia
  43. Nora
  44. Delia
  45. Nora
  46. Delia
  47. Nora
  48. Delia
  49. Nora
  50. Delia
  51. Delia
  52. Acknowledgments
  53. Suggested Questions for Discussion

I hadn’t gone very far when a car drew up beside me. “Selkie? I mean, Nora. Come on, get in or you’ll freeze to death.”

We drove in silence. Ben wrapped me in a blanket, and I slid down in the seat, trying to blot out the world.

Mrs. Shaw ran out of the door as soon as Ben stopped the car in front of the house. It was as if she knew something was wrong.

“Ben? What’s happening? Where is Sinclair?” Then she turned to me. “Are you all right, child?”

I hadn’t the strength to answer.

“Let’s get her inside, Mrs. Shaw,” said Ben. “I’ll explain shortly.”

I sank down in bed with Silver curled next to me and drifted off into an exhausted, thankfully dreamless, sleep.

* * *

The next morning I sat up in bed sipping a cup of tea while Mrs. Shaw sat in a chair beside me. Her expression was a mixture of sadness and anger.

“I’m so sorry about what happened.”

“’Twasn’t your fault, Mrs. Shaw. You tried to warn me.”

She shook her head. “Not about that sort of behavior. I never thought he was capable of that.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t either.”

A wave of self-pity came over me then, and I began to cry. I thought about how over the moon I’d been about the party; how much I’d loved showing off my new dress; how I secretly hoped Sinclair might be the man I’d been waiting for. But then he’d gone and ruined everything. I felt dirty, my body aching and bruised from the force of his fingers trying to invade me, full of shame at his accusations. I’d made a fool of myself and maybe I deserved what I got.

As if reading my mind, Mrs. Shaw left her chair and lay down on the bed beside me. She took me into her arms.

“It’s not your fault, dear child; you did nothing to bring this on. It is Sinclair who should be ashamed.” She paused and stroked my hair. “Ben told me what happened. He said Sinclair lost a great deal of money in that card game. Then he got very drunk and took his anger out on you.”

“’Twas Ben who saved me,” I whispered. “Who knows what might have happened if he hadn’t interfered?”

Mrs. Shaw nodded. “Ben is a fine young man. His loyalty to my nephew has always puzzled me. But after last night, he has finally seen Sinclair for the monster he really is.”