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After her father dies in a riding accident, Gina Borne's mother loses the will to live and soon follows her husband to the grave. Not only is Gina grief-stricken - aged just 18, she faces a miserable, lonely life in the gloomy shadow of her pious uncle, who's known as "The Preaching Peer". Seeking escape, she successfully applies for a job as "companion" to the Earl of Ingleton's sickly seventeen-year-old ward, Lady Alice Hanbury.It seems as though the spectre of Death is still stalking her when she finds herself at the ancient Ingle Priory, haunted by the spirits of a white lady, tortured prisoners and a crying child. Even her new charge, Lady Alice, seems to be at death's door - and Gina realises that an evil housekeeper is slowly draining Alice of life with daily doses of poison. It seems too far-fetched to be true - surely the Earl, kindly as he is, will never believe her Plagued by ghosts in the night, Gina strives to save her new friend from this slow, cold death as she clings to the hope that blossoming friendship and the light of love will chase all this darkness away.

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Date de parution	08 août 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781788675901
Langue	English

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AUTHOR’S NOTE
Secret passages and Priests’ Holes are to be found in most of the houses built in Tudor times.
Queen Mary, who was a confirmed Roman Catholic, persecuted the Protestants and Queen Elizabeth, when she came to the Throne, persecuted the Jesuits, who went in terror of their lives.
Catholic families hid the Priests in secret passages in their houses until they could escape to the Continent and Services were held in the Priests’ Holes under fear of being caught and hanged.
Secret hiding places were used when the Royalists were being hunted by Cromwellian troops and it is interesting to find that in so many great houses their existence is known only to the Head of the Family and his eldest son.
Ghosts, of course, are to be found in most old houses and, when I was a girl, I lived for two years in a notorious ‘ghost house’ in Somerset. It was very frightening to feel that there was always somebody going up the stairs ahead of one and somebody coming up behind you.
After that I always had my own houses blessed and it was only after I had had my home at Camfield Place blessed that I learned that Beatrix Potter, when she stayed here as a girl, was often frightened by the ghosts in the passages and in the drawing room.
Today I have only one ghost, my cocker spaniel, who had to be put to sleep when he was very young because he had cancer and this was after the blessing and he has remained with us ever since.
Many people have seen him, but he does not frighten anybody as he has only remained with us because he was happy and loved us.
He is mentioned in the Stately Ghosts of England as, when I was visited by its author, I was told that she was fed up with people who had the ghost of someone walking about with their head tucked underneath their arm and it was a joy to have something different!
Therefore my cocker spaniel holds a very important place not only in our lives but also in those who believe, as I do, that there is no such thing as death.
Chapter One ~ 1840
“Now you quite understand, Gina? You come to The Towers just as soon as you have everything packed.”
“Yes – Uncle Edmund.”
“You will take the stagecoach to Bedonbury and my carriage will meet you at the turning off the high road.”
“Yes, Uncle Edmund.”
“You will, of course,” Lord Calborne went on, “have to be escorted by your Nanny and after that she can retire. There is no room for her at The Towers.”
Gina drew in her breath.
Then with an effort she asked him,
“Would it not be possible, Uncle Edmund, for – Nanny to stay with me? She has been with Mama and Papa since before I was born.”
“Then it is high time she retired,” Lord Calborne replied, “and at eighteen you are far too old to require a Nanny to look after you.”
He cleared his throat before he added,
“In fact I have already planned what you will do when you come to live with your aunt and me.”
There was a pause in which Gina was obviously expected to reply and she enquired,
“What – is that – Uncle Edmund?”
“You will find there are a great many tasks in the houses and, when those are finished, you can help me with my work for the Missionaries in the Far East, as I have not yet engaged a secretary although I hope to find one when I come to London.”
Gina made a little murmur, but she did not speak and her uncle went on,
“Every year I can see more results from my labours, which is very gratifying and it will be good for your mind and your soul to help to bring the light of the Gospel to those who live in darkness.”
He spoke with a note of exaltation in his voice that made his niece aware why he was known as the ‘Preaching Peer’.
Then, as he collected some of his papers together, he said,
“Of course before you do leave London you will not forget to buy yourself some black gowns? I was shocked, deeply shocked, when I arrived to see you not in deep mourning.”
“The gown I wore yesterday at – Mama’s funeral,” Gina explained, “was rather thick for the weather we are having now – and there has been no time to find – anything else and – ”
She stopped as she was just about to say,
‘Neither Papa nor Mama believed in wearing mourning.’
Then she knew that her uncle would not understand.
“I should have thought,” he said in a criticising tone, “the sorrow that you feel on losing your mother would have made it impossible for you to wear anything but the deepest black.”
He waited, as if he expected Gina to apologise, then as she said nothing, he carried on,
“With your aunt and me, you will show your respect for those who have passed over by wearing mourning for at least twelve months. After that I daresay you can go into the colours of half-mourning such as grey and mauve.”
“I-I understand, Uncle Edmund.”
Lord Calborne looked at his watch.
“I must go,” he said. “I have a meeting with the Bishop of London and so I must not be late for him.”
“No – of course not – Uncle Edmund.”
Lord Calborne went towards the door and his niece ran quickly to open it for him.
“Your aunt and I will expect you by Thursday or perhaps Friday at the latest. Be certain when you have verified from the coach station to let me know the time of your arrival. I do not like my horses to be kept waiting.”
“No – of course not – Uncle Edmund.”
Nanny, who was waiting in the hall, opened the front door.
Lord Calborne looked at her, realised who she was and then appeared to be about to say something.
Then he changed his mind and, stepping out of the house, crossed the pavement to climb into the somewhat old-fashioned carriage that was waiting for him.
It was drawn by two well-bred and well-fed horses and, as they next started off down the street, Gina moved back into the hall.
Only as Nanny closed the front door did she fling herself against her to say,
“Oh – Nanny – I cannot – bear it! I cannot go to – The Towers – I cannot – I cannot !”
As she spoke, the tears that she had controlled so proudly during her mother’s funeral the day before flowed down her cheeks.
Nanny put her arm round her.
“Now don’t give way, dearie,” she said. “There’s nothin’ you can do.”
“H-how – can I bear it?” Gina asked. “And they won’t let you – stay with me.”
Her words were almost incoherent, but she felt Nanny stiffen.
“I-I cannot – lose you – I cannot!” Gina sobbed. “And anyway – living at The Towers – will be like – being in Hell!”
“Now don’t you say such things,” Nanny scolded. “It’s wrong to talk like that and there’s nowhere else you can go.”
With an effort Gina wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and walked into the sitting room.
They had actually rented the house relatively cheaply when her mother, Elizabeth Borne, had been forced to come to London to have an operation.
The house, in a quiet street in Islington, was comfortable and quite prettily furnished.
Mrs. Borne’s Doctor in the country had advised her to consult a Harley Street Surgeon because he was not happy with her condition.
Although it had been expected that the operation would not be a serious one, Elizabeth Borne had died on the operating table.
To Gina it had not only been a tremendous shock, but also the end of her happiness.
As a child she could never remember being miserable, afraid or in any way unhappy.
She had lived with her father and mother in an attractive Manor House in a small village about ten miles from London.
They were poor because the Honourable Reginald Borne was the younger son of the second Lord Calborne.
His brother, who was fifteen years older, had inherited the house and, as was traditional, most of the money was left to him.
Reggie, as he was always known, had, however, enjoyed life since the moment he was born unexpectedly, as what was always called an ‘afterthought’.
Exceedingly good-looking and a superb sportsman, he had friends who remained loyal to him all through his life.
He married to the disapproval of his father and his elder brother, a girl who he had fallen in love with.
She came of a good County family, but she had a very small dowry.
Considering Reggie had always been so handsome, everyone had assumed that he would marry an heiress or perhaps the daughter of some prestigious aristocrat.
However he was blissfully happy with the woman of his choice.
Because they were such an attractive couple and, as somebody had said, ‘always made a party go’, their friends had provided them with many luxuries they could not have afforded for themselves.
They were invited to hunt with the best packs of foxhounds with the Master mounting them both.
Reggie was always a gun at the best shoots, which meant that he and his wife were part of a house party.
He was a respected member of a polo team and his ponies were supplied by the Captain of the team because he was indispensable in matches.
Gina could not recall a time when there were not friends of her father and mother driving down from London to see them in the country.
Alternatively they would send them a carriage with instructions that they were to come to London in it because there was a ball, a party or some other entertainment at which they must be present.
Then a year ago, her father had a bad fall in a Steeplechase and, when his horse rolled on him, he was killed outright.
It was then that everything had changed.
At first it was impossible to believe that anybody who was so vividly full of life could be dead.
Gina realised very quickly that she would have to look after her mother because she was quite incapable of looking after herself.
Not only was Elizabeth Borne completely prostrate with grief at losing her husband but she only wanted to join him as quickly as possible and had no wish to go on living without him.
At first Gina told herself sensibly that ‘time was a healer’. And that her mother would get over the shock and become her normal happy self.
Instead Elizabeth Borne slowly began to fade away.
It was not that she complained or embarrassed those who came to see her by weeping and wailing. It was just that she did not seem to be