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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

Angela smiled, her blue eyes sparkling. “A builder, eh? Well, that is surely a good trade, and one day perhaps we could go to Harrogate for a day’s outing. And we’ll go to Aunt Clarice’s house. I, too, love it there.”

“Do you really? ’Tis a wonderful town. I would like ter take a trip there, sure and I would. Thank ye for inviting me.”

They spoke a little bit longer about Harrogate and its beautiful buildings. Then Angela changed the subject, saying, “Here we are, chatting away, and it’s already growing late. And the air is becoming a bit chilly. Shall we go in and eat?”

“Why, of course, ’tis twilight.”

Jumping up, Blackie offered her his hand.

Angela took it and held on to it all the way along the terrace and into the house.

Twenty

“I’m going to pop down to the kitchen to see what’s happening, Blackie. And if you want you can look at these rooms; I believe it’s a well-designed house. It might interest you.”

Angela smiled at him, dropped his hand and waved at the open doors. “Go on, go and investigate. I won’t be long,” she added. “Builders like to look at houses.”

“Thank ye,” he answered, and did as she said. Pushing open the nearest door, he found himself walking into a study, almost like a small library. His face changed, instantly, filled with admiration, as his dark eyes swept over the pine-paneled walls and matching shelves, filled with books. The pale wood seemed to have a silvery gleam to it in the early evening light.

There were only a few pieces of furniture: a small antique desk under the window overlooking the garden and a rose-colored sofa and two small armchairs covered in the same rose fabric. All these were arranged in front of the fireplace.

Blackie tried to take in everything at once, the many books, the lovely painting of a bowl of flowers on the wall above the fireplace, and the ornaments placed here and there among the books.

How well she had done the room, small though it was. If she had decorated it. Something told him she had. He strolled over to the shelves next to the fireplace, his eyes scanning the books. A lot of history. Biographies of kings.

With a huge smile, he took out the one called The Six Wives of Henry VIII. Well, he thought, I’ve never come across this one in Armley Public Library. But I’ll seek it out, he thought, as he put it back.

Turning, he went out into the long corridor that ran from the garden door to the front door of the house. He liked this corridor and the squareness of the actual house.