Reprint of the original, first published in 1875.

"Alice Lorraine" by R.D. Blackmore is a captivating historical novel set in 17th-century England. The story follows the life of the spirited and resilient Alice Lorraine as she navigates a society marked by political upheaval and shifting loyalties. Born into a noble family, Alice is thrust into the center of the tumultuous events of the English Civil War. As the conflict between the Royalists and the Parliamentarians escalates, Alice finds herself torn between her loyalty to her family's Royalist sympathies and her growing admiration for the Parliamentarian cause. Amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Alice's path intertwines with that of Richard Cœur-de-Lion, a brave and enigmatic soldier who captures her heart. Their love story unfolds against a backdrop of war, betrayal, and the struggle for power, as Alice and Richard navigate the complexities of their respective loyalties and the challenges of maintaining their relationship in a divided society. Blackmore's meticulous attention to historical detail immerses readers in the sights, sounds, and tensions of 17th-century England. Through Alice's journey, the novel explores themes of love, honor, and the resilience of the human spirit in times of adversity. "Alice Lorraine" is a sweeping epic that combines romance, political intrigue, and historical realism to create a compelling narrative. With its richly drawn characters, evocative descriptions, and engrossing plot, the novel captivates readers, offering a glimpse into a tumultuous period of history while highlighting the strength and determination of its unforgettable protagonist.

Richard Doddridge Blackmore was a well-known English novelist of the second half of the nineteenth century. He got famous for vivid descriptions and personification of the countryside, sharing with Thomas Hardy a Western England background and a strong sense of regional setting in his works. "Alice Lorraine: a tale of the South Downs" is his novel, published in 1875. Set in Sussex and Spain during the Napoleonic Wars, the book recounts the divergent adventures of the eponymous heroine and her brother in their efforts to save the noble Lorraine family from ruin.

Westward of that old town Steyning, and near Washington and Wiston, the lover of an English landscape may find much to dwell upon. The best way to enjoy it is to follow the path along the meadows, underneath the inland rampart of the Sussex hills. Here is pasture rich enough for the daintiest sheep to dream upon; tones of varied green in stripes (by order of the farmer), trees as for a portrait grouped, with the folding hills behind, and light and shadow making love in play to one another. Also, in the breaks of meadow and the footpath bendings, stiles where love is made in earnest, at the proper time of year, with the dark-browed hills imposing everlasting constancy. Any man here, however sore he may be from the road of life, after sitting awhile and gazing, finds the good will of his younger days revive with a wider capacity. Though he hold no commune with the heights so far above him, neither with the trees that stand in quiet audience soothingly, nor even with the flowers still as bright as in his childhood, yet to himself he must say something—better said in silence. Into his mind, and heart, and soul, without any painful knowledge, or the noisy trouble of thinking, pure content with his native land and its claim on his love are entering. The power of the earth is round him with its lavish gifts of life,—bounty from the lap of beauty, and that cultivated glory which no other land has earned. Instead of panting to rush abroad and be lost among jagged obstacles, rather let one stay within a very easy reach of home, and spare an hour to saunter gently down this meadow path. Here in a broad bold gap of hedge, with bushes inclined to heal the breach, and mallow-leaves hiding the scar of chalk, here is a stile of no high pretence, and comfortable to gaze from. For hath it not a preface of planks, constructed with deep anatomical knowledge, and delicate study of maiden decorum? And lo! in spite of the planks—as if to show what human nature is—in the body of the stile itself, towards the end of the third bar down, are two considerable nicks, where the short-legged children from the village have a sad habit of coming to think. Here, with their fingers in their mouths, they sit and muse, and scrape their heels, and stare at one another, broadly taking estimate of life. Then with a push and scream, the scramble and the rush down hill begin, ending (as all troubles should) in a brisk pull-up of laughter.