This arrant nonsense lurks under the soubriquet of the Gothic novel and the master of the title is a dead giveaway. This is Miss Michaels' first book and it owes as much to Dumas and Du Maurier, etc. as to her own unbridled imagination. There's her heroine, Damaris (Yup), running away from a suitor to become a governess; there's the Master, with a disfigured face and maimed hands, who hires her, hides whatever happened to his first wife; and there's Blacktower, the castle, where doors creak along with most of the plot here which is trussed up with swords and riding crops, horses and hounds (bloodhounds), you name it, you've guessed it...At one point, when Damaris returns to save the Master, he calls her a senseless woman. It's for the others like her. They'll be there.