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I should have known then, that it was not I she saw, but Ambrose. Not Philip, but a phantom. She should have gone then. Ambrose Ashley, Philips cousing, guardian and god, married Rachel in Italy, and died there. Jealous of his marriage, racked by suspision at the wild hints in Ambrose's lettters, and grief-stricken by his death, Philip prepares to meet his cousin's widow with hatred in his heart. But when Rachel comes to Cornwall, Philip sees what ambreose saw, and falls disastrously in love--a love tormented by doubts as the contradiections in Rachel's behavior grow. Is she the tragice angel of his dreams, or the mercenary poisoner of his nightmares? And how can Philip be certain which?Members who requested this book also requested:
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