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div> Natalie Browning was a spoiled belle of sixteen when she met the man of her dreams aboard the steamship Pulaski. Burke Latimer, only eight years her senior, was a self-made man with no time for a pretty child. Then a night of terror ended the voyage and Burke discovered another Natalie. But the night that brought him love also wreaked disaster on his fortune, and Burke was forced to ask Natalie to wait until he could make a home worthy of her. Life had never denied Natalie before. Her need to be with Burke drove her to follow him to Georgia's back country, hoping to show him she was ready to be his bride. Could she grow up before she lost the love of her life forever?

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Romance historique

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Old South

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Eugenia Price

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Publié par	Turner Publishing Company
Date de parution	10 septembre 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781620455067
Langue	English

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PRAISE FOR BEFORE THE DARKNESS FALLS

"Entertaining . . . a fresh approach to the historical novel . . . Ms. Price succeeds in giving the reader a sense of time and place."
-ATLANTA JOURNAL CONSTITUTION
"A richly detailed novel that beautifully evokes the spirit of the South . . . Ms. Price's unforgettable characters capture the essence of the era."
-RAVE REVIEWS
"The wait is over for Eugenia Price's faithful readers . . . Fans will devour Before the Darkness Falls."
-JACKSONVILLE TIMES-UNION
T O S EE Y OUR F ACE A GAIN
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E UGENIA P RICE
J UNE 22, 1916 - M AY 28, 1996
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To See Your Face Again
Copyright 2013, 1999 Eugenia Price/Joyce K. Blackburn Charitable Foundation, Inc.
All rights reserved. This book or any part thereof may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
First edition/1977 by Eugenia Price Doubleday edition/October 1985 Berkley edition/October 1986
Cover design: Gina Binkley Book design: Kym Whitley
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Price, Eugenia. To see your face again / Eugenia Price. pages cm Sequel to: Savannah. ISBN 978-1-62045-502-9 (pbk.) 1. Savannah (Ga.)--Fiction. I. Title. PS3566.R47T6 2013 813'.54--dc23
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J UST AT SUNRISE ON J UNE 13, 1838, F ORTY-SIX-YEAR-OLD M ARK Browning stood at the open east window of his mercantile office on Savannah's Commerce Row and stared out over the brightening expanse of water toward the wide bend that turns the river toward the sea.
From the moment of his first glimpse of this view when he was twenty and had cast his lot with this small city, the bend in the river had lifted Mark's spirit and confirmed his choice that Savannah was, indeed, his place-to-be for all the days of his life.
Year after intervening year, from this very window, even when the room where he now stood had been the office of his late, revered friend, Robert Mackay, Mark had taken delight in scanning the river traffic-an odd assortment of local boats and mighty sailing ships-as it moved slowly around that bend, each vessel nourishing the life of his city. Now, and for the past few years, steam packets plied the gray waters, speeding the town's growth, expanding his own pride in Savannah.
But on this early morning, so many troubled and contradictory thoughts tangled in his mind that he seemed almost unaware of what he saw. Trying to think his way through the vexing problem learned moments ago from his warehouse inspector, he crossed the spacious office furnished with a few fine pieces brought down from his old home in Philadelphia, and looked out the west window. Three slips away from his wharf, beyond the furled sails of two of his own schooners, he could see unusual bustle and activity where the new steam packet Pulaski now lay at anchor-white bow dazzling in the early sun, flags snapping in a rising breeze off the water. He could hear the commotion, far noisier than usual, because at 8 A.M. , less than two hours from now, the Pulaski , carrying a large and prominent group of passengers on her fourth voyage, would steam away from the city and head for Charleston and then Baltimore.
Half an hour ago, when Mark left his home on Reynolds Square, the entire household had been in confusion. His wife, Caroline, their two children, Natalie, sixteen, and twelve-year-old Jonathan, and all the servants had been in a state of turmoil as everyone seemed to be checking at once to make sure that for her much-anticipated pleasure excursion, Natalie had everything she might need. Mark and Caroline had feigned cheerfulness at breakfast while inside both were anxious because their spirited, red-haired, willful firstborn was about to make a sea voyage without them. As far as Natalie was concerned, she was going for pleasure, although she had agreed to help Virginia Mackay, a family friend, care for her two small children during the journey and at Virginia's aunt's home in Baltimore. Some responsibility would be good for Natalie, but most worrisome of all was the girl's obvious delight to be going in the care of Mark's strange, troubling uncle, Osmund Kott. Both parents had exchanged concerned glances when Natalie announced as they sat down to breakfast that "the very best part of all this is that dear Kottie will be watching over me. No one, but no one understands me the way Kottie does!"
Their daughter's stubborn devotion to Mark's uncle had deepened the strain Kott's very existence had caused between him and Caroline for all the years of their married life-and before.
Still looking out at the Pulaski , in which he had invested heavily, Mark struggled with his helplessness, his inadequacy to deal with what he had learned about his uncle only this morning. For years, he and Caroline had endured the awkward relationship, never truly coming to terms with it. Against Caroline's wishes, Mark had made his uncle overseer at Knightsford, the large Savannah River plantation left to Caroline by her beloved grandfather, the late Jonathan Cameron. That Cameron had turned out to be Mark's grandfather, too, still had little or no reality to him.
The young, eager, ambitious Mark Browning, orphaned at eighteen, had then determined to spend his life, not in his home city of Philadelphia, but in Savannah, the picturesque town where his wealthy father had found his beautiful young wife, Mark's mother. She died when Mark was only three. Every memory of Melissa Cotting Browning was shrouded-not only in mystery and beauty and fragrance-but also in shadow. Mark's misty portrait of her was more real than the actual memory of the young woman who, so long ago, had been his mother. Full of dreams and hopes and a romanticized notion of the city gleaned from his father, Mark had come to Savannah with no knowledge of his own connection either to Osmund Kott or to Jonathan Cameron. As though it were only yesterday, Mark shuddered at the sharp memory of the day at Knightsford, before his marriage to Caroline, when embittered Ethel Cameron-married in name only to Jonathan-had told him the truth about Kott and about Kott's sister, Mark's own mother, Melissa Cotting. First Osmund and then Melissa had been born out of wedlock to the respected planter Jonathan Cameron and an indentured servant named Mary Cotting, whose job it was to cut and sew Ethel Cameron's fine gowns.
Mark buried his head in his hands, hoping to shut out the odd immediacy of that shattering discovery, now more than twenty years ago. He could not shut it out. What his illegitimate uncle had done this time seemed to send the clock whirring back to that day alone in the Knightsford parlor with rigid, perfectly groomed Ethel Cameron and her shocking story. Her shocking true story.
Now, looking down on the bustle and confusion of the wharf where the Pulaski was docked, Mark felt less able to comprehend the facts than he had all those years ago. Then, he had not yet realized how lovely, young Caroline Cameron had been scarred by her grandparents. Orphaned too as a child, she had known no other home but Knightsford, no parents but her grandparents who, day after day, year after year as she was growing up, spoke to each other only through her. Caroline almost worshiped her grandfather, had been able to forgive her long-despised grandmother only on her deathbed.
Eighteen years of being married to Caroline, nearly perfect years marred by nothing except the always uneasy presence of Kott, had seemed to weaken Mark's ability to live above the family tragedy of which Kott was the symbol. Both Camerons had died, but because of Mark's sense of duty, Kott had so fastened himself on to his and Caroline's life that, time after time, Mark had been able to come close to his wife again only by making love to her. The wonder they had shared from their first night together had never failed them. They dared not discuss Osmund Kott because Caroline's fear of the man kept her normally honest and balanced nature askew. Year after year, Kott had blackmailed her beloved grandfather-blackmailed him to the day he died in the mysterious fire that had consumed the cottage at Knightsford where Mary Cotting had given birth to Osmund and Melissa. Caroline tried to forgive Kott, Mark knew, but even after his years of superior work at Knightsford as overseer, could never trust him. She would not allow him to visit the Browning home in Savannah; though she managed, for Mark's sake-and for Natalie's-to be civil with him when they visited Knightsford. Osmund Kott, to Caroline, meant only treachery.
Mark sighed heavily. Today, alone in the empty office, he knew that she had been right. Dead right. In spite of Kott's showy profession of religious conversion, his faithful attendance at Christ Church, his profitable management of Knightsford, Caroline had been right. Through the years Mark had defended his now aging uncle, feeling that, as Kott's nephew, he owed it to him to try, at least, to understand Kott's bitterness toward the widely respected Cameron. Bitterness over Jonathan Cameron's secret arrangement to have Mark's mother, little Melissa, reared in a modest, but good Savannah home, while depositing young Osmund in Bethesda Orphanage without telling anyone that the boy was his son, his illegitimate son by the one love that had consumed Cameron for most of his adult life. Of course, Kott's revengeful blackmail had been wrong, but Mark, at least, had convinced himself that he understood its root. So far as most Savannahians kne

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