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This collection of works from master of the historical romance genre Stanley J. Weyman spans a diverse array of settings and situations, ranging from love set against the backdrop of London to an action-adventure story that transpires amidst the peaks of France. From his finely observed characters to his rollicking plots, Weyman is definitely at his best in these tales.

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(Harvard College Library)

WHEN LOVE CALLS

BY

STANLEY J. WEYMAN

AUTHOR OF "A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE,"

"THE CASTLE INN," ETC., ETC.

BOSTON

BROWN AND COMPANY

144 Purchase Street

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