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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

Her eyes widened in delight as she stared in at gleaming plate-glass windows, fascinated by the beautiful dresses, coats and two-piece suits. The hat shops held her interest for some time, as did the windows where jewellery was displayed.

Often, she went into a shop she liked the look of, asking if they could hire her. Inevitably, the answer was always the same: no vacancies right now.

At the end of the week, Emma began to feel despairing. She made her way to Leeds Market. Rosie had told her to go there, had added that the market was worth a walk-through anyway. Lots of goods available.

Feeling intrigued, she wandered through all the food stalls, and then headed for the other side of Leeds Market, marvelling at its size and the fact that it also sold clothes, shirts, underwear, shoes, hats, bicycles, china, linen, leather goods – almost everything under the sun. It had high stone walls around the huge space, and a high-flung glass roof. Shopping could continue six days a week, even if it rained.

Her thoughts turned to Blackie. He had been the person who told her that Leeds held all kinds of shops and opportunities. She wondered how he would greet the news of her coming to the city. He had told her it was no place for a young girl. But she’d had no choice.

One stall suddenly caught her eye, and she came to an abrupt stop. Many small items of clothing were displayed on the stall. But it was the sign that was most significant to her. It read: Don’t ask the price, it’s a penny!

How clever, Emma thought, as she studied everything. A way to pull in customers at once. She glanced at the name above the stall – Marks and Spencer – and made a mental note of that catchy line. She also reminded herself never to fill a window with too many items. It looked too muddled, was distracting to the shopper.

When I have a shop, I’ll put just a few things in the window … The thought slipped away and she stood perfectly still, startled. When I have a shop, she murmured to herself wonderingly, and then a small smile flickered on her mouth. Of course, that was it. She was going to be a shopkeeper, go into retail. TRADE. The word loomed large and so did her future. She loved clothes and was adept at sewing, alterations and even designing. She had sketched many a gown for Olivia Wainright and had made blouses for her.

It had turned two o’clock, and the moment Emma saw the fishman’s stand she hurried over to it. She was desperate to save every penny, but she had to eat. After eating a plate of winkles and mussels covered in vinegar, she felt better. These days she craved spicy food, and put vinegar on almost everything, and pepper as well.