Livia Hightower is more than a little intrigued when the morning mail brings a most unexpected delivery.
Dearest Livia,The call of the nightingale is but a sorrowful, plaintive psalm Next to the sterling hue of my lady’s eyes, gazing mine.
It is signed simply Your Humble Admirer.
Again and again similar notes arrive in the post. Could it be a beguiling coincidence... [click here for more]