Amanda/Miranda

Richard Peck

За особеностите на екземпляра

Състояние:: Добро
Забележка:: Внимателно използвана книга, здраво и чисто книжно тяло, поовехтял външен вид.
Език:: Английски
Наличност:: 1 бр.

За изданието

Издателство:: Corgi Books
Град на издаване:: London
Година:: 1981 г.
Език:: Английски
Страници:: 511
Корици:: Меки
Категория:: Чужда проза
Тегло (гр.):: 260
Ширина (мм):: 105
Височина (мм):: 180
Дебелина (мм):: 30
ISBN:: 0552117382

ENTERTAINMENT PURE AND SIMPLE OVER21 The sensual, romantic novel with all the irresistible Edwardian elegance of Upstairs, Downstairs and the heart-stopping suspense of Rebecca! When Amanda, the beautiful, wanton daughter of Lady Eleanor, summons the new maid Mary Cooke to wait on her for the very first time, both young women are stunned by the uncanny resemblance between them — for in spite of the difference in their backgrounds, they could be twins. So dutiful Mary becomes lady's maid to a self-willed mistress who dominates her life, choosing for her not only a new name, Miranda, but also a husband — the family chauffeur at Whitwell Hall, a rough-spoken but passionate, desirable man. But Amanda's callous manipulation of Miranda's life changes dramatically when they set sail from Southampton to join Amanda's future husband in New York, one fateful day in April 1912 ... SMOOTH-FLOWING AND IRRESISTIBLE ... THE STORY IS ONE OF THOSE WHICH CAPTIVATES THE IMAGINATION AND REFUSES TO LET GO'SHE * Mary stood, coming to herself now, not a yard from Miss Amanda's door. Frightened, she was turning instinctively back toward the attic stairwell when a hand fell on her shoulder. Her mouth opened to scream, but the silence of the sleeping house continued unbroken. I shall be murdered,. Mary thought quite clearly as the rough hand tightened on her shoulder. Her own hand, reaching for the stairway door, missed the knob and closed over empty air. The black hallway seemed rent by the screams within her head. She was spun around and violently embraced. A man's hand caught both of hers in an easy vise behind her back. Her face was half-smothered against his chest. None of this is happening, she thought, fumbling in her mind for the right prayers. Mary knew that the hand clenching the nape of her neck could kill her in a simple gesture. Instead, it found its way across her shoulders beneath the flimsy nightdress. A calloused hand moving with an absolutely certain yet lightly lingering touch across her naked shoulder, marble-cold with fear. A hand that moved as confidently as if it had caressed her before. 'Please,' she said in a strangled whisper. Her hand, with a sudden life, rose and rested in the thicket of his blond hair. 'Please, I beg of you - don't.' His fists clenched in a spasm on her arms. 'My God,' he said aloud, 'who are you?'

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