Marianne's Marriage of Convenience
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She turned to face Claire. ‘Let us see how far we can carry this masquerade. You be me tonight. Sleep in my nightclothes, in this bed. And I will continue being you.’
The young woman looked stricken. ‘I cannot allow you to be closeted in that tiny berth they gave me!’
‘Why not?’ Rebecca countered. ‘It will be an adventure for me. And you will have the comfort of this cabin as a treat. When Nolan enters in the morning, we shall discover if she still believes you are me.’
Rebecca pulled out her nightdress, made of the softest of muslin. ‘Here.’
Miss Tilson fingered the fine cloth of the nightdress. ‘Perhaps. If you desire this.’
‘I do desire it,’ Rebecca insisted, helping Miss Tilson out of her dress. ‘I desire it very much.’
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In the morning the sea became even more restless. The sky turned even more ominous shades of grey. Rebecca convinced Claire to continue to wear her clothes and impersonate her. Nolan, who remained abed, sick as ever, and the few seamen who attended them still did not guess that Claire masqueraded as Rebecca. Even with the two ladies together, the seamen never seemed to notice how alike they were.
The seamen were rushed and worried, however. There was a storm brewing, the seamen said. The ladies must remain below.
As the day progressed, Rebecca and Claire talked more about the weather than about their lives. They left the cabin rarely only to check on Nolan, who suffered so much she did not even react when Rebecca, dressed as the governess, attended her.
In the late afternoon, the storm broke, tossing the packet boat even more violently than before.
‘We should be nearing the coast,’ Rebecca said.
‘If the ship can even sail in this.’ Claire’s face—her identical face—paled in fear.
Suddenly shouts and pounding feet sounded from above them, then a loud crack and a thud that shook the boards over their heads. The two women grasped each other’s hands. Their masquerade became unimportant as the wind and sea pitched the ship so constantly that they could not change back into their own clothing.
The gentleman who’d passed them the day before opened the door without knocking. ‘Come above,’ he demanded in a voice they didn’t dare disobey. ‘We must abandon ship. Bring nothing.’
Rebecca defied him, grabbing her reticule containing all her money. When they reached the stairs, she shoved the reticule into Claire’s hands. ‘Here. Take this. I’ll be right behind you. I’m going to get Nolan.’
Claire hung the reticule on her wrist.
‘Miss!’ the gentleman cried. ‘We must leave now.’
‘I will be right behind you,’ she called over her shoulder.
Rebecca rushed to Nolan’s cabin. A seaman was at Nolan’s door. He turned to Rebecca. ‘She refuses to come,’ the man shouted. ‘Hurry! We must get above.’
Rebecca pushed past him and ran to her maid. ‘Nolan! Come with me.’
The older woman recoiled, rolling over and huddling against the wall. ‘No. Sick. Leave me alone.’
‘Come, miss!’ the crewman cried. ‘There is no time to waste!’
‘I cannot leave her!’ she cried.
He dragged her away from Nolan’s door, practically carrying her to the steps of the companionway.
On deck, rain poured as if from buckets, obscuring the chaos Rebecca found above. The mast had splintered in two and lay like a fallen tree on the deck, ropes and sails tangled around it.
‘To the boats!’ the seaman shouted, running ahead.
She followed him, catching sight of Claire and the gentleman at the railing. The ship dipped suddenly and a wave washed over the deck. Rebecca had only a second to grab hold of a rope or be carried in its ebb. When the wave passed and she looked up, Miss Tilson and the gentleman had disappeared.
Her escort seized her arm. ‘Come, miss. No time to waste.’
He pulled her along with him to the side of the ship where other passengers and crew were climbing into a rowing boat that had been lowered over the side. Claire was not among them. Rebecca glanced out to sea, but Claire had vanished. Nolan, Claire and the gentleman were lost.
There was no time for emotion. The crew lifted her over the side as the rowing boat bobbed up and down beneath her. Only with luck did her feet connect with the wood of the boat’s bottom.
The boat filled quickly. Rebecca huddled next to a woman clutching her two children. Beneath their feet was at least an inch of water and more pouring from the sky. Somehow the sailors rowed the boat away from the packet. Through the darkness and rain, a shadow of coastline was visible. Rebecca kept her eyes riveted on it, watching it come slowly closer. Almost in reach.
From behind her a woman screamed.
Rebecca swivelled around to see the packet boat crash against the rocks. At that same moment the rowing boat hit something and tipped.
Rebecca plunged into icy water.
Copyright © 2018 by Diane Perkins
ISBN-13: 9781488086786
Marianne’s Marriage of Convenience
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