I was in the carriage ready to leave when a last letter arrived from Ambrose:

For God's sake, come quickly! Rachel, my torment, has won. I am dying. Come quickly, or it will be too late!

I began my journey with a terrible fear in my heart. It was the 10th of July. I knew I could not reach Ambrose until the middle of August. Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге My Cousin Rachel: Intermediate Level (Daphne Du Maurier)