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536 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1863
The rain beats down upon the battlemented roof of Marchmont Towers this July day, as if it had a mind to flood the old mansion. The flat waste of grass, and the lonely clumps of trees, are almost blotted out by the falling rain. The low grey sky shuts out the distance. This part of Lincolnshire––fenny, misty, and flat always––seems flatter and mistier than usual to–day. The rain beats hopelessly upon the leaves in the wood behind Marchmont Towers, and splashes into great pools beneath the trees, until the ground is almost hidden by the fallen water, and the trees seem to be growing out of a black lake.As the novel progresses, our "prince" believes one thing, but we as readers can be quite certain he is wrong. Still, we don't know if he'll ever learn the truth as we believe it, or learn the truth in time. And then, too, the villain appears as a very kind, and mild-mannered person to the other characters, while we readers know him to be a vile, dark-hearted, manipulator of others. Fun stuff and too fun to downgrade it to the 4-stars it probably deserves. But, as I said, this is delicious.