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Chapters (71)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. Part One
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Part Two
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Part Three
  38. Thirty-Three
  39. Thirty-Four
  40. Thirty-Five
  41. Thirty-Six
  42. Thirty-Seven
  43. Thirty-Eight
  44. Thirty-Nine
  45. Forty
  46. Forty-One
  47. Forty-Two
  48. Forty-Three
  49. Forty-Four
  50. Part Four
  51. Forty-Five
  52. Forty-Six
  53. Forty-Seven
  54. Forty-Eight
  55. Forty-Nine
  56. Fifty
  57. Fifty-One
  58. Fifty-Two
  59. Fifty-Three
  60. Part Five
  61. Fifty-Four
  62. Fifty-Five
  63. Fifty-Six
  64. Fifty-Seven
  65. Fifty-Eight
  66. Fifty-Nine
  67. Sixty
  68. Sixty-One
  69. Books by Barbara Taylor Bradford
  70. About the Author
  71. Newsletter Sign-up

She shook her head, her eyes kind. She knew he was hoping that Lord Lassiter’s estate manager might write to offer him work at Bolton Manor, a chance at something bigger than Pat, and Armley, could offer. But she feared he was hoping in vain. The rich stuck to their own and the Earl would have his own men employed to work on the estate.

Blackie nodded and hung up his coat. “Shall I put the kettle on for a cuppa?”

“That’s good idea. By the way, Finn came by earlier; he said I should tell you Laura Spencer, who you said you met at the Dance Hall, has invited you both to a church picnic at Armley Park on Sunday. He wants to go, and he wants you to go with him.”

“I’ll think about it,” Blackie replied. “I do remember her; she had a lovely, gentle smile. I thought she appeared ter be refined, different somehow.”

“She is,” Eileen answered. “I’ve met her once or twice with my friend Maggie Hargrove. She’s a really kind person. Her house is near St. Ives Mount. Her mother left it to her when she died just recently.”

Blackie nodded and jumped up. “I’m going ter the kitchen ter make a cuppa for us.”

She watched him striding out of the room, feeling sorry for him momentarily. She had seen how hurt and upset he had been by Sarah Clough, and she and Patrick had been annoyed with her as well.

How could anyone in their right mind think Blackie O’Neill could beat anybody up, least of all a young woman? Like many tall, well-built men, he was gentle in his ways, and gracious, kind and considerate. Why, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. But it was terrible news about Sarah’s sister.

And it was a shame his cousin Siobhan had been sent back to Ireland. She knew that had cast him down too. Lady Lassiter had gone abroad unexpectedly, without Siobhan, just when Blackie had thought he would have his cousin close by. Eileen knew he was deeply disappointed. Siobhan’s hasty note letting him know she was being sent back to Lassiter Hall, to work as a parlormaid again, had arrived only days after the tragic news about Angela.

Eileen tucked the edge of the shirt seam under and secured it with a pin. It was a terrible thing to be at the beck and call of these rich folk.

She hoped Blackie would accept Laura’s invitation. She was a lovely person, and he might just start a friendship with her. Which could lead anywhere. He needed female companionship, a bit of tenderness in his life, Eileen was sure.

It would be nice to see him courting seriously, and on the way to marriage. Settled. Eileen knew him well, and he was the kind of young man who would flourish with a loving partner.

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