author - "Edmund William Forrest"
The Bright Rays Of An Autumn Sun Fell Upon The Richly Stained Glass, Sending A Flood Of Soft, Mellow Rainbow Tinted Light Through The Quaintly Curved And Deeply Mullioned Windows Which Adorned A Portion Of The Eastern Wing Of That Grand Old Baronial Residence, Vellenaux, On A Fine September Morning, At The Period During Which Our Story Opens. This Handsome Pile, Now The Property Of Sir Jasper Coleman, Had Been Erected By One Of His Ancestors, Reginald De Coleman, During The Reign Of The Fifth
The Bright Rays Of An Autumn Sun Fell Upon The Richly Stained Glass, Sending A Flood Of Soft, Mellow Rainbow Tinted Light Through The Quaintly Curved And Deeply Mullioned Windows Which Adorned A Portion Of The Eastern Wing Of That Grand Old Baronial Residence, Vellenaux, On A Fine September Morning, At The Period During Which Our Story Opens. This Handsome Pile, Now The Property Of Sir Jasper Coleman, Had Been Erected By One Of His Ancestors, Reginald De Coleman, During The Reign Of The Fifth
The Bright Rays Of An Autumn Sun Fell Upon The Richly Stained Glass, Sending A Flood Of Soft, Mellow Rainbow Tinted Light Through The Quaintly Curved And Deeply Mullioned Windows Which Adorned A Portion Of The Eastern Wing Of That Grand Old Baronial Residence, Vellenaux, On A Fine September Morning, At The Period During Which Our Story Opens. This Handsome Pile, Now The Property Of Sir Jasper Coleman, Had Been Erected By One Of His Ancestors, Reginald De Coleman, During The Reign Of The Fifth
The Bright Rays Of An Autumn Sun Fell Upon The Richly Stained Glass, Sending A Flood Of Soft, Mellow Rainbow Tinted Light Through The Quaintly Curved And Deeply Mullioned Windows Which Adorned A Portion Of The Eastern Wing Of That Grand Old Baronial Residence, Vellenaux, On A Fine September Morning, At The Period During Which Our Story Opens. This Handsome Pile, Now The Property Of Sir Jasper Coleman, Had Been Erected By One Of His Ancestors, Reginald De Coleman, During The Reign Of The Fifth