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The real treasure for Bess wasn’t the gold and jewellery . . .
BY SARA
OF course, Edwina imagined seeing him everywhere. It was only natural in the circumstances, she supposed, but surely that was just wishful thinking? After all, it simply couldn’t really be Laurence. S
INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’
THE train was slowing. Augustine Brown looked again at the letter in her hand. Exciting news! her sister Cordelia had written. “An unexpected guest at the hotel: Maria Mironova. Exciting news indeed.
TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape
THE house in Camden was even more dilapidated than Primrose remembered from her one previous visit. At the top of the crumbly steps Primrose rang the bell and read the names below it, written on a scr
HE had a voice like a sigh and a way with a song that made women swoon. Gazing out at their adoring faces from the stage of the Oceania, the luxury liner, where he topped the bill, Willoughby Norman m