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Chapters (73)
  1. Cover
  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. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  70. Keep Reading …
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Barbara Taylor Bradford
  73. About the Publisher

Addressing the butler, she said in an icy voice, ‘Stop that right now, Mister Murgatroyd! And just listen ter me. If I ever see ye so much as breathe on yon lass, I’ll have yer guts for garters. And I’ll be having a word about yer treatment of her ter somebody who’ll make mincemeat out of ye. Not Squire Fairley, but her father. And I don’t think yer’d like ter tangle with Big Jack Harte – yer might not be able ter walk ever again when he’s finished with yer. Mark my words, Murgatroyd, and don’t touch her ever again. And remember, the kitchen is my territory, not yours. So don’t start being bossy in here.’

Murgatroyd snarled something at her which she didn’t quite catch, and then looked at Blackie, his eyes cold and hard. ‘You must be O’Neill, the navvy,’ he snapped.

‘That’s me all right,’ Blackie responded, walking over to the butler, his expression now neutral. He said, ‘Squire Fairley gave me a list of jobs to do, and I have my sack of tools in yon cupboard.’

‘Fifteen shillings for the job,’ Murgatroyd said. ‘Five days’ work.’

‘Five days, true. But the price is one guinea, Mister Murgatroyd,’ Blackie replied.

‘Fifteen shillings, not a penny more, O’Neill.’

Blackie chuckled as he reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a letter. Opening it, he read, ‘One guinea for five days’ work, plus board and lodgings at Fairley Hall. This letter is signed by Adam Fairley, the Squire here. If ye don’t believe me, go and talk to your boss.’ He waved the letter in front of Murgatroyd.

Murgatroyd grunted, and swung around, saying, ‘Get yer tools and follow me. The yardman’s in the stables. He’ll show ye what needs doing and yer room above the stables, where yer’ll be sleeping.’

Blackie put on his coat, cap and scarf, and picked up his sack. Turning around, he grinned at Emma and Cook, saluted them and followed Murgatroyd out of the kitchen.

Once they were alone, Emma said, ‘He tried ter cheat Blackie.’

‘Aye, he did that!’ Cook answered in a worried voice. ‘Murgatroyd’s in a bad mood this morning. Stay out of his way, Emma. And just so yer knows, I shall tell Mrs Wainright that Polly should be sent home. Otherwise, we’ll all be getting sick. She’s got a really bad cold.’

‘I think yer should say summat,’ Emma agreed, and picked up her bucket. ‘Ta-ta, Mrs Turner. See yer later.’

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.