“Ben ducked beneath the arbor and paused by the fishpond when a memory crept upon him like a shadow. This was the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Benjamin Munro was his name. She mouthed the syllables silently, Benjamin James Munro, twenty-six years old, late of London. He had no… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“You're a storyteller, Alice Edevane," Ben had told her late one afternoon, as the river tripped coolly by and the pigeons came… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
