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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

“The Cameo,” Blackie replied instantly. “And I may be knowing they are expensive, Sarah, but I can afford it.” This was the truth, since Blackie had his nest egg from being a navvy a few years ago, and from the bonuses he’d earned from his uncle. This was why he had not quailed when Sarah had mentioned restaurants. He saved his extra money, was in no way a spendthrift, knowing the power of money.

Before either of them spoke again, the kitchen door flew open, and Angela came into the room carrying a large tray.

Blackie sprang to his feet and rushed to take it from her.

Angela allowed him to do so, looking into his eyes. “I hadn’t realized how tall you are, Blackie, and strong.”

A faint pinkness flushed his face, but he made no comment, simply carried the tray over to the table in the corner of the room and put it down.

Angela followed him, saying to Sarah, “I thought you both might be hungry, so I made a few little tea sandwiches and sliced my sponge cake. Come on, join us.” Looking at Blackie, she added, “Please sit down.”

As she seated herself, he sat down in the nearest chair, only to realize a moment later that he was facing her. There was nowhere else to look but at that extraordinary face.

“It was kind of ye,” Blackie murmured, suddenly feeling more confident about Angela. This was mainly because Sarah hadn’t discouraged him from asking her sister out and also because Angela was gazing at him with a strange expression in her blue eyes. He wondered if it was the yearning, which he himself was feeling.

Sarah got up, and said, “I need to go to my room for a hankie. I’ll be back in a tick.” She hurried across the room.

Alone, Angela spoke first. “I know I’m staring at you, Blackie, but I just can’t help it. I know it’s rude of me … but you have such distinctive looks; I’ve never met anyone with such dark hair and eyes from Ireland—”

“It’s not rude of ye,” Blackie cut in. “I’m staring at ye in turn.” He gave her a rueful smile. “I am, well, I’m entranced by ye. Ye are beautiful.” It was Angela’s turn to blush now and she glanced down while he continued to speak. “I would like to invite ye out, Angela. Out for a meal, somewhere elegant. We could go next Saturday.”