It was plainly obvious, to even a casual observer, that Emily Morton was in love. Thomas Lindale, who was considered to be the most eligible bachelor in the County had, at last, asked her to marry him and she was blissfully happy. Especially now, that she had become of age and could accept his proposal without her father's approval, which she knew, would not be given otherwise but when she stepped on a rabbit hole and sprained her ankle on the Yorkshire moors, in the Autumn of seventeen seventy six, she had not the slightest idea that her future was about to be changed, or how dramatically.