The Toll-Gate by Georgette Heyer



Who's who at The Toll-Gate

She is:

Nell Stornaway, granddaughter of Sir Peter Stornaway, squire of the village. Herself affectionately known as "the Squire" because of her self-sufficiency and competence, she is far, far more feminine than the appellation suggests.

He is:

Capt. John Staple, recently retired from the Dragoon Guards, as much a confirmed bachelor as a confirmed adventurer. Bored with the idle ways of the idle rich, he has disguised himself and taken on the menial job of keeper of the turnpike toll-gate.

They are:

destined to meet one another, as the last minute of spring is destined to meet the first :minute of summer-to cross paths, swords and wits. Before John's true identity is discovered, Cupid finds the going as hilly and rough as the rural English countryside; a lover's patience is taxed to the breaking point; and a villain gets his just desserts.

The Unknown Ajax by Georgette Heyer



Making the best of a bad situation, Anthea Darricot was civil to her newly-met cousin Hugh--but barely. For Anthea, reduced to accepting the charity of irascible Lord Darricot, had been ordered to marry Hugh, recent heir to the Darricot fortune.

Grandfather Darricot's plan seemed perfect--to Grandfather: Hugh, the offspring of his son and a common weaver's daughter, might bring an unsuitable wife into the family. To prevent this disaster, Hugh must marry the impoverished, 22-year-old spinster Anthea. Knowing this, the two young people detested one another on sight.

But the infant Cupid was shooting his arrows with an appalling lack of aim that season....

They Found Him Dead by Georgette Heyer



ECHO OF A NIGHTMARE

As she went up to bed, Patricia could not help but think Jim should lock his bedroom door. But it was totally out of character for her fiance to take such a simple precaution against being murdered. And if she suggested it, he would laugh at her fears.

Sighing, she climbed into bed. The moonlight cast strange shadows on the walls, and there was a tapping somewhere -- probably a vine being blown against a window. As she drifted off, she wondered if their half-joking theory of an Unknown Killer might not be true.

She had hardly fallen asleep, it seemed, when she awoke to the echo of a scream.

كـــــــــوكو وريمــــــــــــا الله يعطيكم الف عافية على الروايات الروعة يلي عم تتحفونا فيها على طول




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