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Love Alters Not"... you are a dishonourable, conscienceless, money-grubbing scoundrel!"Foreign Titles: Der verschlungenen Pfade der Liebe German Synopsis: Impetuous Dimity Cranford bravely sets out to rescue her wounded friend by delivering a crucial cypher to his fellow Jacobite sympathizers. But her midnight coach is overturned and she is forced into a bold deception to avoid questioning. Masquerading as Mrs. Catherine Deene, the guardian of a young boy orphaned by the accident, she plots to complete her mission. When she arrives at the lavish estate of her new charge, however, she comes face to face with the infamous Lord Anthony Farrar, the knave who deserted her very own brother's troops in the midst of battle! Unfortunately, the cowardly yellow dog is extremely good to look at. Soon Dimity finds herself torn in a most daring test of courage--and of love .... Foreign Synopses: German Main Characters: Dimity Cranford Anthony Farrar Duke of Marbury Roland Mathieson Piers and Peregrine Cranford Rafe Green Horatio, Viscount Glendenning Rating: (out of 5) Reviews: "High adventure and rosy romance." Publisher's Weekly "Crammed with crises, fast-paced action, romance and period detail." Kirkus Quotes: "What name, sir?" "Horatio." "Ho-ray-sho," muttered the sergeant, writing laboriously. "Clement." "Horayshow Cle-ment. Thankee, sir, I--" "Laindon." "Lane-done," he muttered. "Now then, Mr. Laindon," began the captain. "My name is Glendenning," said his lordship, sweetly. Chandler continued. "But I take leave to tell you that you are a dishonourable, conscienceless, money-grubbing scoundrel!" Otton dabbed a handkerchief at his mouth. "A fair summation," he drawled. Title Significance: "Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." Trivia:
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