Read by Camila Fiori
Diana, who runs a shelter in Oxford for fallen women, has confronted the villainous Lord Kester, who is trying to blackmail her – and been kidnapped for her trouble.
I woke in the dark, and knew at once that I was neither in my own bed back at the shelter, nor anywhere I had been to before. I was lying on my back on a wooden pallet, a cold, moist blackness pressing silence over me like a blanket. I was clothed still, for which I was thankful, and my dress was not greatly torn, nor was I injured, except for a thick throbbing ache at one side of my head, where I conjectured Kester must have struck me – whether to ensure my silence, or to vent his rage, I could not guess.
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