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There was nothing in her immediate ancestry to account for her headstrong nature of her passionate hunger for life. Her mother had borne her in passive rebellion to a man she did not love. The fierce storm that raged on the night of her birth seemed to have lent some of its own wilderness to the newborn baby.
And now Marianne, clever but awkward, was sixteen years old. She day-dreamed restlessly about the greater world behind her quiet Channel Island home. She wanted to discover an exciting world that was forbidden to a well brought-up Victorian girl. But most of all, she wanted William, her childhood sweetheart for herself. And Margurerite, her pretty little sister, wanted him too.