The Druid Stone Large Print

An unforgettably romantic read from 1842:
Dear Roddie
Why 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.