‘See, Mama? Did I not tell you all would be well?’ You’d be better suited to the King’s Head.’ As he spoke, the docker indicated the King’s Head, failing to conceal his horror at the thought of two gently bred ladies wandering into the Swan in broad daylight. You won’t want to go to the Swan-it’s not for the likes of you. We shall require a place to wait, out of the rain, while our luggage is brought from the ship.’
It will take us to Ashford tonight, then on towards Surrey.’
‘Yes, miss?’ The docker doffed his hat, despite the rain. ‘You there!’ Her voice was strong, clear and assured. She wore a fashionable travelling gown of dark-green merino, which clung to her form, and a fetching hat with a small feather stuck in it at a jaunty angle. Juliana moved confidently along the wharf, ignoring the rain, the sailors, dockworkers and passengers.
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