Book 18

The White Flower

by Grace Livingston Hill

Published 1 December 1984

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Dawn of the Morning is a Christian romance by Grace Livingston Hill. She paused before the heavy door of the study and held her breath, dreading the ordeal that was to come. Then, gathering courage, she knocked timidly, and heard her father's instant, cold "Come." With trembling fingers she turned the knob and went in. There were heavy damask curtains at the windows, reaching to the floor, caught back with thick silk cords and tassels. They were a deep, sullen red, and filled the room with oppressive shadows in no wise relieved by the heavy mahogany furniture upholstered in the same red damask. Her father sat by his ponderous desk, always littered with papers which she must not touch. His sternly handsome face was forbidding. The very beauty of it was hateful to her. The look on it reminded her of that terrible day, now nearly three years ago, when he had returned from a journey of several months abroad in connection with...

Book 77

The Ransom

by Grace Livingston Hill

Published 1 September 1988

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Lone Point

by Grace Livingston Hill

Published 1 April 1997
Lone Point is a sweet romance by Grace Livingston Hill. RACHEL HAMMOND sat by the open window with her Bible on her knee. The muslin curtains did not blow with the breeze, for there was no breeze that hot morning in June. The air seemed breathless. Rachel had put her pretty room in order, finished all her little morning duties, and now had sat down for a quiet minute with her Bible before she began the day. Her sister Maria, two years older, sat in the adjoining room, her door open for all possible circulation of air. Indeed the door between the sisters' rooms was scarcely ever shut by day or by night. But Maria was trimming a hat instead of reading her Bible. Not that Maria did not read her Bible, for she did, but she never had a set, quiet time for doing it as Rachel had. The hat was a white sailor and had been very stylish and consequently very expensive earlier in the season, but now the mass of people...

Lo, Michael!

by Grace Livingston Hill

Published 1 January 1984