Last Hope House — Wilma Forrest

She had been told not to come, but she had been too proud to heed the warning. A liberal and modern young lady of Puritan heritage, she had wanted to see how the wild Irish lived in their wilderness kingdom. But she understood nothing of the dark places of the Irish soul, nothing of the strange black heart of Sean McMurrough and nothing of the ancestral guilt that hung over his house like a deadly pall.