The Castle Of The Shadows

The Castle Of The Shadows

A. M. Williamson

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A.M. Williamson is best known for her fiction, many of which were co-written with her husband. A number of Williamson's works center around motoring and were written in the early days of the sport.

Chapter 1 N. and A. M. WILLIAMSON

The Lightning Conductor

The Princess Passes

My Friend the Chauffeur

Lady Betty Across the Water

Rosemary in Search of a Father

My Lady Cinderella

The Car of Destiny

The Chaperon

The Princess Virginia

Set in Silver

Etc., Etc.

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The Castle of the Shadows

By

MRS. C. N. WILLIAMSON

New York

Doubleday, Page & Company

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