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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

Mrs. Turner nodded and watched her go, sighing under her breath. The girl was clever, intelligent beyond her years, and she was no longer the starveling creature of the moors as she had been three years ago. She had filled out a bit, and her beauty was flowering. The blush is on the rose. Mrs. Turner had heard that phrase long ago, and had always remembered it.

All those years ago, she thought, a long-ago image flickering in her mind. Oh my God, I hope it’s not happening again. No, I couldn’t bear it. But she’d seen them, whispering in corners, running out in the fields together.…

There was a knock on the door. Mrs. Turner jumped slightly, startled. “Come in,” she said swiftly, moving toward the door.

A moment later, the door opened and Master Edwin stood there, smiling at her. “Good morning,” he said.

“Come in, Master Edwin,” Cook responded at once, and instantly realized the table needed setting for breakfast. “I will have yer breakfast in the dining room in a few minutes, sir.”

“Oh, that’s perfectly fine, Cook. I just came to tell you Papa thinks Polly should be transported to her family in the village. She’s not well.”

“I agree, Master Edwin. I will arrange it after breakfast. Now I will set the table—”

“Oh, but it’s set, Mrs. Turner,” he said, cutting her off. “I saw Emma doing it after she had started the fire.” He gave her a faint smile and added, “I’m the first down this morning. So you do have plenty of time. Also, Papa asked me to tell you Mrs. Wainright will arrive in time for tea.”

“Thank ye, Master Edwin. Now is there anything I can make especially for yer breakfast? I’ve got sausages, bacon, eggs, kidneys, grilled tomatoes, oh, and porridge.”

“A wonderful selection as usual, Mrs. Turner. I think I’ll just have poached eggs on toast and a grilled tomato. Thank you very much.”

“Will ye be waiting for the Squire and Master Gerald, sir?”

“Oh no. Papa told me to start, and I must admit I’m hungry.” He gave her a small smile and left the room.

Mrs. Turner watched him leave, always admiring of him, his manners, his politeness, the way he addressed everyone the same way. A perfect gentleman just like his father. More than she could say about his brother.

Gerald Fairley was a bully, bossy, an ignoramus and a tad uncouth. None of the staff liked him, and neither did she. He didn’t seem to fit in the family.

As she went out, across the corridor and into the dining room, she smiled with pleasure.