'But who are you? I've never seen anyone like you before. My name's John Ridd. What's your name?' “Lorna Doone.” Doone! To me, the name was terrible! She was one of the Doones who had killed my father. But her voice touched my heart and I could not hate her. Her beautiful hair fell down onto her shoulders. There were lights and shadows in her eyes, like sunlight in a deep forest.