Golden GuardChapter 3
PAULA ALONE AND VOLUNTARILY CHILLY! Paula shivered in the November cold. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Winter seemed to have started early this year! Much earlier than last year. But, of course, last year she had been wearing her warm winter coat. She was standing, breathless, at the top of the hill which overlooked her Uncle's house below and the grim and forbidding shape of Hell's Island Prison for Women, just visible through the dank mists, in the distance. She shivered from...