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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

His thoughts turned to Lord Robert Lassiter and the guesthouse, the work he would be doing next week. Quite suddenly he realized he was excited about working at building once again, completing the guesthouse. It was his big chance. He hoped that if it went well, His Lordship’s patronage might extend to more projects.

Then Laura was there in his head. He would soon be seeing her, and the thought of her gentle kindness sent a wave of warmth rushing through him. She was so special to him. Shy at times and reserved, she was a sweet friend.

And yet so was Emma unique, and in many ways she had captivated him. Her beauty seemed to become more vivid and vital every day. Certainly, her emerald eyes were stamped on his brain. He knew he would never forget that look of pure hatred in them when she spoke of the Fairleys, or the laughter sparkling there when she was happy and the genuine sorrow when she spoke of her mother. Once, a long time ago, Aunt Eileen had told him that the eyes were the mirror of the soul, and he believed that. And most especially, it was true of Emma’s eyes because they were so expressive, so large and so green. Like the sea around Ireland, he thought, as he blew out the candle on the small table near the bed.

He pulled the blankets up around his shoulders, settling down for the night. He was wondering how he could be so drawn to two women at the same time. He had no answer, and within minutes he had fallen asleep, tired out from a hard day’s work.

Part Five

OTHER PEOPLE’S LIVES

YORKSHIRE

1905

Fifty-Four

“Here we are then, lass,” the tinker said, bringing his horse and cart to a stop. “There it is. The Mucky Duck.”

Emma looked at the sign hanging outside the public house, and said, “But it says: ‘Black Swan.’”

The tinker and his wife laughed, and he said, “It’s a local joke, love. Don’t ye get it? Just another play on’t name.”

“Oh yes, I see,” Emma replied. “Thank you both for giving me a lift to Leeds. It was so very kind of you.” She enunciated her words carefully, copying the way Olivia Wainright spoke. She had been practicing for months, wanting to improve her speech.

After carefully getting down from the cart, she took hold of her suitcase, which the tinker had lowered to the ground. Smiling up at them, she said again, “Thank you very much,” and waved her hand.

The tinker’s wife gave a little wave back and said, “A beautiful young lady like ye will find Leeds a good place ter be.”

The tinker nodded, grinned and flicked the reins, and the two horses started to move away from the pub, their hooves clattering against the cobblestones.