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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

He smiled to himself. Now he knew who Moira Aherne reminded him of: Lord Robert Lassiter. Their coloring was different, but Moira had his chiseled features, slender nose, and they both had dimples in their chins. The family resemblance was clear as crystal, and especially when they laughed.

He suddenly felt a bit chuffed with himself. He had been right when he had spotted how different she was from them and on their very first meeting. He had known she was an aristocrat even though she had been sent to the Ham Shank and then worked for Mrs. Wilson as a maid. Breeding was hard to hide, he thought, as he crossed the lawn. It stood out like a sore thumb, or rather like elegance, he corrected himself.

Lord Lassiter turned to look at him, and said, “Morning, O’Neill.”

“Good morning, Your Lordship.” Staring at Moira, he nodded, and went on, “Hello, Miss Moira, nice to see ye.”

“Likewise, Blackie. I think your guesthouse is starting to take shape.” As Moira Aherne spoke, she was looking toward the copse of trees at the other end of the lawn. “You’re building a charming house, and it’s in a perfect spot.” She spoke with a quiet confidence, returned to her rightful position in the world by the patronage of the Earl. Dressed in a luxurious soft tweed suit and polished brown boots, her pale hair pinned up under a fashionable hat, she stood beside Lord Lassiter.

“Thank ye,” Blackie said, and then addressed Lord Lassiter. “I’ve brought all the drawings for the interiors, m’lord. They’re on the dining room table, and I wondered if we could go through them. If I’m not disturbing ye.”

“Excellent idea, Blackie. Let us go up to the house, and dig in.” Glancing at Moira, he said, “If you will excuse me, my dear, I have work to do with O’Neill here. But Adrian is in the study with my old friend Harry Peterson, who arrived for a visit late last night. I’m sure they would appreciate your company.”

“I shall go and join them, Robert. See you later for lunch.”

Once Robert had removed the two silver candelabras and put them on the sideboard, Blackie spread the large sheets of paper across the table.

Slowly, Blackie walked him through the sketches of the rooms in the guesthouse, starting with the two sitting rooms at the back of the house, facing the lawns.

“I decided to reduce the sitting rooms, m’lord. Four would have been too many and I’d have ter make them smaller. I think two work well enough. Do ye agree, Lord Lassiter?”