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The Master of Aysgarth — Margaret Mayhew
She was held by this man's hungering need -- and tormented by his burning hate
ABANDON ALL HOPE YOU WHO ENTER HERE
Evil hung like a shadowy shroud about the great manor of Aysgarth when pretty Alice Chell arrived from London to put herself into the hands of a guardian she had never met. The former splendor of the lonely estate was dimmed by disaster, a curse of blood and pain seemed to envelope all who had not fled this place of so much horror.
It was here that Alice first gazed into the handsome, ravaged face of Miles Metcalfe, master of Aysgarth and now of her destiny…here she learned what mingled heaven and hell could be found in a single man…here she plunged into a labyrinth of ghastly secrets and savage greed where love was a nightmare without end…
ABANDON ALL HOPE YOU WHO ENTER HERE
Evil hung like a shadowy shroud about the great manor of Aysgarth when pretty Alice Chell arrived from London to put herself into the hands of a guardian she had never met. The former splendor of the lonely estate was dimmed by disaster, a curse of blood and pain seemed to envelope all who had not fled this place of so much horror.
It was here that Alice first gazed into the handsome, ravaged face of Miles Metcalfe, master of Aysgarth and now of her destiny…here she learned what mingled heaven and hell could be found in a single man…here she plunged into a labyrinth of ghastly secrets and savage greed where love was a nightmare without end…
