The Lost Heiress (Ladies of the Manor, #1)

by Roseanna M. White

And had decided long ago not to waste her life trying to please those who did not want to approve of her.

This was beauty. This could be home. More than the high ceilings and masterful plasterwork, the gleaming chandeliers. Those had evoked something in her, yes. But they hadn’t beckoned like the sea.

“Therefore they shall be as the morning cloud and as the early dew that passeth away, as the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the floor, and as the smoke out of the chimney. Yet I am the Lord thy God. . . .”

A man with a hard expression aimed solely at the young lord. “And you, Pratt, will speak with more respect to my daughter.”