Julia Roseingrave

“I hear from Mrs Barlow, that your mother and your sister are both ill. You must, then, have very little company.” “Very little human company,” she replied.

On a moonlit night, a wearied traveler dressed as the Devil calls at the mossy gates of Holcot Grange. Fleeing some bloody misadventure in London, the stranger claims to be heir to the manor which for generations has remained lordless. But among its benighted tenants the enthralling beauty Julia Roseingrave has been waiting – and now h...