Love Left in England: An Ivanhoe Story
Rebecca gleaned back at the shore, one last time. A slight twinge of fear entered her breast. Like Lot’s wife, she swore not to look back, and just like Lot’s wife, she broke that promise.…
Rebecca gleaned back at the shore, one last time. A slight twinge of fear entered her breast. Like Lot’s wife, she swore not to look back, and just like Lot’s wife, she broke that promise.…
I’m standing in the cell where my husband had spent the last three years of his life and despite my resolution to remain firm; I cannot hold back the tears. I succumb to emotion, allowing…
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