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IT stood on a point above the Sound, a perfect picture of a house surrounded by lovely gardens and lawns which sloped down to the sea. Nothing apparently had changed since the war and since that June night when Alice Thorne, or so the law had said, had taken a revolver in her beautiful hands and shot a man dead. It was still Alice's house—another woman's house, in the bitter thoughts of Myra, who had fallen in love with Richard Thorne, Alice's husband, even although fighting it fiercely. M. G. Eberhart skilfully unfolds the absorbing story of a deep and touching love affair complicated by murder, mystery and a strange quirk of fate. |