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""The Heart's Highway"" is a romantic novel set in Virginia during the 17th century. It tells the story of a young woman named Barbara Stafford, who is forced to leave her comfortable life in England and travel to the New World to marry a man she has never met. Along the way, she meets a handsome young man named Richard who steals her heart. However, their love is forbidden and they must navigate the dangers of colonial life while trying to find a way to be together. The novel explores themes of love, duty, and the struggles of early American life. Written by Mary E. Wilkins, a prolific American author best known for her regionalist short stories, ""The Heart's Highway"" is a captivating and engaging read for fans of historical romance.1900. Mary E. Wilkins (Freeman), American author whose short stories are highly regarded by the critics. Her stories and novels paint a picture of Massachusetts and Vermont still under the influence of Puritanism, in her view, a philosophy made rigid by time. The Heart�������s Highway begins: In 1682, when I was thirty years of age and Mistress Mary Cavendish just turned eighteen, she and I together one Sabbath morning in the month of April were riding to meeting in Jamestown. We were all alone except for the troop of black slaves straggling in the rear, blurring the road curiously with their black faces. It seldom happened that we rode in such wise, for Mistress Catherine Cavendish, the elder sister of Mistress Mary, and Madam Cavendish, her grandmother, usually rode with us-Madam Judith Cavendish, though more than seventy, sitting a horse as well as her granddaughters, and looking, when viewed from the back, as young as they, and being in that respect, as well as others, a wonder to the countryside. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.