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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

‘As a matter of fact, so do I, Uncle,’ Blackie confided. ‘I want to buy some underwear.’

‘Mr Pinkerton has a good selection of everything,’ Patrick said. ‘He’s bound to have what you’re looking for.’

Blackie nodded. ‘I must thank ye, Uncle Patrick, for the extra shillings ye’re giving me and Finn. Faith, and it’s very generous of ye. And thank ye for asking Finn to join us for Sunday dinner. He’s so happy to come, he can’t wait.’

‘He deserves a decent meal in family surroundings. He’s a good lad, and I’m happy you’ve taken him under your wing. I’ll be seeing Jack tonight, having a pint with him at the Barley Corn. I’ll ask him to come with us to the Ham Shank. It won’t be a problem, I know that.’

‘That’s good to know, Uncle,’ Blackie smiled.

Patrick nodded, and stopped suddenly. ‘Let’s get across the road, if we can. Mr Pinkerton’s shop is over there. Lots of traffic on Town Street today. That’s normal on Saturdays, I suppose.’

They dodged across the road, and a few seconds later entered the draper’s shop to the sound of a tinkling bell announcing their arrival.

‘Good morning, Mr Kennedy,’ Albert Pinkerton said, smiling, obviously pleased to greet a steady customer of long standing. He stood behind a long, polished wooden counter, with glass-fronted drawers beneath it and shelves lining the wall behind him. These contained the handkerchiefs, neckcloths, socks and shirts that Patrick Kennedy knew were the best in the area.

‘Morning, Mr Pinkerton, and I think you know my nephew, Blackie O’Neill.’

‘I do indeed,’ he replied, nodding to Blackie in a friendly way. ‘And how can I be of help, Mr Kennedy?’

‘I’d like to look at some light cotton shirts for my nephew.’

‘Oh, Uncle Pat! No, no, ye don’t have to buy a shirt for me!’ Blackie protested, sounding surprised and concerned.

‘I do. Your aunt and I didn’t do anything much for your birthday in May.’

‘But ye did. Aunt Eileen baked me a lovely cake, and ye had Finn to tea.’

‘I wish to give you a present, from us both, Blackie.’ Patrick looked at Mr Pinkerton, and said, ‘I believe you can gauge my nephew’s size, can’t you?’

‘I can indeed. I shall go and fetch a few of my shirts from a new shipment. I won’t be a moment.’ The proprietor hurried away, intent in his purpose.

Blackie said, ‘Please, Uncle Pat, ye don’t have to give me a shirt. Ye keep a roof over my head and feed me, and I am grateful for that, and my job with ye. On the heads of the Blessed Saints, that be all I am needing from ye and Aunt Eileen, to be sure. That’s the honest truth.’