“A half-drowned stranger was more exciting than a bruised and exhausted daughter. She could be dying for all they'd care, she thought angrily, picking at a deep scratch on her leg, trying to make it bleed again.” — Vivien Alcock Copy Share Image
“It would have been more sensible if I had gone for help, Felicity thought, feeling his arm like an iron yoke across her shoulders,… — Vivien Alcock Copy Share Image
“She seemed out of place at the Fairweather. Too posh, as Susan said. Too well dressed. She never strolled along the shore or went bathing or brought a picture postcard. She just sat on the veranda all day with a book she never read, gazing out to sea. Probably wondering why on earth she came here. Susan had said. She… — Vivien Alcock Copy Share
“In a way, a man's life depended on the china horse. Or at least on the breaking of the china horse.” — Vivien Alcock Copy Share Image
“Felicity was more romantic. She's waiting for her lover. He's a sailor and she's watching for his ship to come in. Nobody's dared tell… — Vivien Alcock Copy Share Image
“Do you think you could stop crying for a minute? It makes conversation a bit difficult.” — Vivien Alcock Copy Share Image
“A half-drowned stranger was more exciting than a bruised and exhausted daughter. She could be dying for all they'd care, she thought angrily, picking… — Vivien Alcock Copy Share Image
