Legend of the Seventh Virgin by Victoria Holt

Author:Victoria Holt [Holt, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cornwall, Gothic, Romance, Suspense, Thriller
ISBN: 9780449211236
Google: n3oAAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0449211231
Publisher: Doubleday
Published: 1965-01-12T12:00:00+00:00

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The days that followed our flight from the Abbas still seem something like a dream to me; and it was only weeks afterwards when I returned to the Abbas as Mrs. St. Larnston, needing all my strength to fight for the place I intended to have, that life took on reality.

I was not afraid on the day we returned; there was scarcely any room for any feeling but triumph. It was Johnny who was afraid; I was to learn that I had married a weakling.

During that early morning journey to Plymouth I had made my plans. I was determined not to return to the Abbas until I was Mrs. St. Larnston, and I was determined to return to the Abbas. I need not have worried. Johnny made no attempt to evade his promise; in fact he seemed as eager for the ceremony as I was, and was even prepared to keep his distance until it was over; and then we had a few days’ honeymoon in a Plymouth hotel.

Honeymooning with Johnny was an experience I do not particularly care to recall even now. Ours was a partnership purely of the senses. I had no real love for him, nor he for me. Perhaps he had a grudging admiration for my tenacity; there were times when I believed he was glad of my strength; but ours was a physical relationship which for those first weeks was satisfying enough for us not to examine too closely the situation in which we had put ourselves.

For me this was the culmination of my most cherished dream; and out of these dreams had grown a new and more ambitious one — I longed passionately for a child; my whole body cried out for a child! A boy who would be the heir of St. Larnston — my son, a baronet. During those days and nights in the Plymouth hotel, when for Johnny and me there seemed to be no meaning in life beyond our passion, I was wildly and hilariously happy because I sensed a growing power within me. I could make my dreams come true. I was determined to conceive without delay; I could not wait to hold my son in my arms.

I did not tell Johnny of this; aware of my need which equaled his for me, he completely misconstrued my passion; but it ignited his and he repeated to me often his pleasure in me. “I regret nothing … nothing,” he cried; and he laughed, reminding me of my aloofness towards him. “You’re a witch, Kerensa,” he told me. “I always believed you were. That Grandmother of yours is one and you’re the same. All the time you were as mad for me as I was for you although you treated me as if you loathed me. What about that parson now, eh?”

“Don’t be too sure of yourself, Johnny,” I warned him.

And he laughed at me and made love to me and I would never hold back because I would say to myself: Perhaps my son will be conceived now.

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