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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

‘That’s right, Blackie. And just so yer know, he’s in the room next ter me. Emma on the other side of him. And with Squire Fairley’s permission.’

‘Ye are a good woman, Mrs Turner.’ Blackie squeezed her arm. ‘And a brilliant cook …’ Blackie stopped talking when Kip came back to the big oak table in the centre of the room.

After a week at Fairley Hall, Blackie had come to understand all the occupants of the house. Except for Emma Harte. In certain ways, she was an enigma to him, although he liked her very much.

Now, as he lay in the bed in the attic, musing about his time here, he decided she might always be a bit of a mystery to him.

She was like a chameleon, instantly changing right before his eyes. One moment swinging on a gate, filled with girlish laughter, the next serious and quiet as she went about her work in the house.

He realized she was always cautious, wary and careful when she was working, and kept herself very much to herself during the day. They ate their dinner together at two o’clock, and then later they had a snack in the evening, after the family had been served supper. And this was when they chatted.

She had confided in him about her worries, particularly her mother’s failing health and her brother’s dream of going off to join the Royal Navy. She was friendly, bright and very frequently made him laugh with her pithy comments and sarcasm at times. She laughed with him; they enjoyed each other’s company.

Earlier this evening she had told him she would miss him, and seemed sad that he would be leaving in a couple of days. And then she had brought up the idea of perhaps coming to Leeds one day.

He worried about how a girl like her, from the country, would cope in the city, would find work that wasn’t soul-destroying or dangerous. But he had reassured her that he would be there for her, if she ever made that journey. And this had pleased her.

His thoughts turned to Lord Robert Lassiter and the guesthouse, the work he would be back doing next week. Quite suddenly he realized he was excited about working on the new 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.