Helen Magee
An unforgettably romantic read from 1842:Dear RoddieWhy must we hide our love? I love you, not your past...You ask me to trust you, yet you tease poor Charlotte with kind words and knowing glances. You act as though you love her, not me.And I fear Richard loves me too. I cannot tell him my heart is with another. Do not make me wait for ever, I can hold on no more...Kirsty.