“Hélène, her eyes once more raised and remote, was deep in a dream. She was Lady Rowena, she was in love, with the deep peaceful passion of a noble soul. This spring morning, the loveliness of the great city, the… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“Lady Rowena gasped in horror at the sight of Lord Raoul's majestic purple-helmeted warrior of love.” — Katie MacAlister Copy Share Image
