High Tide At Midnight
“'And just who are you,' she raged, 'to speak to me like that? And how dare you open that parcel? It was for Mr Dominic Trevennon—a private matter.
But you have the unmitigated insolence to walk in here and…' 'I can't imagine who has a better right,' he interrupted with icy hostility. 'You are the intruder here, not I. And your time is running out, so I advise you to answer my questions.' Her head came up defiantly. T need tell you nothing," she said. 'I wish to speak to Mr Trevennon and no one ...else.' There was a long electric silence. Then, 'I suppose,' he drawled, 'that it's just within the bounds of possibility that you aren't playing some devious provocative game of your own to attract my attention and that you really don't know who I am.' For a minute Morwenna felt numb. Her eyes travelled over him desperately rejecting what her brain told her was the truth.
'No!' she whispered. 'It—it's not true. You can't be…' 'But I assure you I am—what was it you called me?— the uncrowned king of Cornwall.MoreLess
But you have the unmitigated insolence to walk in here and…' 'I can't imagine who has a better right,' he interrupted with icy hostility. 'You are the intruder here, not I. And your time is running out, so I advise you to answer my questions.' Her head came up defiantly. T need tell you nothing," she said. 'I wish to speak to Mr Trevennon and no one ...else.' There was a long electric silence. Then, 'I suppose,' he drawled, 'that it's just within the bounds of possibility that you aren't playing some devious provocative game of your own to attract my attention and that you really don't know who I am.' For a minute Morwenna felt numb. Her eyes travelled over him desperately rejecting what her brain told her was the truth.
'No!' she whispered. 'It—it's not true. You can't be…' 'But I assure you I am—what was it you called me?— the uncrowned king of Cornwall.MoreLess
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