Chapters (73)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- PART THREE
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- PART FIVE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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- About the Author
- Also by Barbara Taylor Bradford
- About the Publisher
Patrick breathed a sigh of relief and settled more easily in the bed. At one moment, he pushed himself up on an elbow and peered at Eileen. In the dim light of the room, he could see she was fast asleep. This further calmed him; he worried a lot about her health and watched her constantly because of her frailty.
Patrick Michael Kennedy was aware of his Irish good looks and that women were immediately drawn to him. He even knew he had a certain kind of charisma which was quite unique.
Yet for all that, he was not vain. He was not a philanderer, nor had he ever taken advantage of women. In fact, he loved Eileen very much and was devoted to her.
Other women he met, when he was out and about and working, held no interest for him. His wife was it, and no one else mattered. Except for his newly arrived nephew. Blackie had always been special to him, and after the heartbreak of his sister and her husband dying, and then their poor children William and Bronagh as well, he was thrilled to have been able to bring Blackie to Leeds.
Blackie would be his helper and his heir to the business; he would be company for him, too, and also for Eileen. At last they would be a little family … only the three of them, but a family, nonetheless. They were bound together by blood and the past and their ancestry.
By nature, Patrick was a gentle man, kind, thoughtful and compassionate, and always concerned for others. The navy meant a lot to him. He still recalled that day he had gone to the recruiting office in Leeds and joined up. He had wanted to be a sailor for as long as he could remember, and was proud of himself and of his uniform when he had enlisted. He was just sixteen years old. Too young to join, so he forged his father’s signature.
The first day he was on duty, he knew he had made the right choice. He loved the discipline, the daily regime and the camaraderie of his fellow ratings. He found he enjoyed the company of men and worked well with them. He was truly devoted to the drills, the various daily routines, and in general the running of a huge battleship. It took hundreds and hundreds of men like him to properly cope with such an enormous vessel.