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Where Their Fire Is Not Quenched.
Harriott Leigh slipped quietly through the iron gate, unaware that the path she took would lead not just to her lover, but to the very depths of hell itself. For some sins, once committed, can never be undone — even in death.
Innocent Beginnings
The path slanted widely up the field from the orchard gate to the stile under the elder tree. George Waring waited for her there. Yesterday he had asked her to marry him, and she had consented. But her father hadn’t, and she had come to tell him that and say goodbye before he left her. His ship was to sail the next day.
Three weeks later, the Alexandra went down in the Mediterranean, and George with her.
Harriott said she didn’t care how soon she died now. She was quite sure it would be quick because she couldn’t live without him.
Five years passed.
A Second Chance at Love
Harriott, on her stone seat at the back of the pavilion, could see Stephen Philpotts the very minute he came through the side door.
