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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

By the time she reached the bar itself, the blonde head had become a pretty face as the woman had stood up. ‘Good day ter ye, miss. What can I get ye?’

‘Oh nothing, thank you. I am looking for a person, not a drink.’

‘And who’re yer lookin’ for then?’

‘Miss Rosie. Do you know her? It’s important I find her. Very important.’

‘Yer have, luv. I’m Rosie. The one and only. And why are yer seeking me out? I don’t know yer, do I?’

‘Oh Miss Rosie, I’m so pleased I found you,’ Emma gushed, the Wainright voice intact. ‘It was Blackie O’Neill who told me to come here, because you would know where he was. And I do need to find him today.’

‘Oh, luvey, yer’ve just missed him, and only by a few days. He’s gone to Liverpool, to take the boat to Ireland. I’m sorry.’

Emma couldn’t help it, her face fell, and she could not speak for a moment. She was shocked. It had never occurred to her that Blackie would not be here. He’d come back to the Hall in early April 1905, bringing her a beautiful green brooch – ‘the colour of your emerald eyes, sure and it is’ – as a present. It had been on that same day, which had started so wonderfully and ended so terribly, that Frank had run to the Hall to fetch Emma to her mother’s deathbed; the day her mother had finally been released from all her suffering and returned to the moors she so loved; back to the Top of the World.

Now, all Emma could think of was that she was in a huge city she didn’t know, and without a friend or even an acquaintance in sight. And nowhere to go.

Looking at her intently, Rosie, wise to the ways of the world and those who occupied it, knew this young woman was upset. In fact, she had a stricken expression in the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Very green, truly emerald eyes. And a pretty face and posh clothes. What had that Blackie boy been up to? Certainly he wouldn’t have been able to resist this lovely. She was no doubt irresistible to men, with that face and figure.

Rosie finally said, ‘Summat about going to see an old priest who was very badly ill, mebbe dying.’

‘Oh no!’ Emma cried out before she could stop herself, clutching the edge of the bar. Her heart sank. Whatever was she going to do? She was so shaken she found it difficult to speak.

‘What about Blackie’s Uncle Pat? Could I go and see him and find out when Blackie is returning? He is, isn’t he?’

‘Oh yes, luv, but it won’t do yer any good going ter see Pat. He’s away in Doncaster on a right big building job.’

The girl was obviously troubled.