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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

Angela followed him, saying to Sarah, ‘I thought you both might be hungry, so I made a few little tea sandwiches and sliced my sponge cake. Come on, join us.’ Looking at Blackie, she added, ‘Please sit down.’

As she seated herself, he sat down in the nearest chair, only to realize a moment later that he was facing her. There was nowhere else to look but at that extraordinary face.

‘It was kind of ye,’ Blackie murmured, suddenly feeling more confident about Angela. This was mainly because Sarah hadn’t discouraged him from asking her sister out, and also because Angela was gazing at him with a strange expression in her blue eyes. He wondered if it was the yearning which he himself was feeling.

Sarah got up, and said, ‘I need to go to my room for a hankie. I’ll be back in a tick.’ She hurried across the room.

Alone, Angela spoke first. ‘I know I’m staring at you, Blackie, but I just can’t help it. I know it’s rude of me … but you have such distinctive looks, I’ve never met anyone with such dark hair and eyes from Ireland—’

‘It’s not rude of ye,’ Blackie cut in. ‘I’m staring at ye in turn.’ He gave her a rueful smile. ‘I am, well, I’m entranced by ye. Ye are beautiful.’ It was Angela’s turn to blush now and she glanced down while he continued to speak. ‘I would like to invite ye out, Angela. Out for a meal, somewhere elegant. We could go next Saturday.’

‘Oh, how lovely. But that’s very formal.’ There was a pause, and she leaned across the table and said, ‘I would like to invite you to supper next week. Nothing fancy, just a bite to eat, to get to know one another. Won’t you come to my house? I live just across from the Traveller’s Rest, the pub at Hill Top. Please say yes.’

‘I say yes to ye, Angela.’ I’ll say yes to anything ye want, he thought, filled with excitement by her invitation.

‘Which is the best night for you?’ Angela asked, sounding slightly breathless.

‘Wednesday would be possible, sure and it would, because I’ve finished me latest project and will be at me drawing board all day. What time do ye want me?’

Angela stared at him, seemingly transfixed for a moment, before she said, ‘I think about six o’clock, if that’s all right with your schedule.’

‘Indeed it is,’ he replied, his voice hoarse. ‘I think I know your house. It’s standing at the edge of the moor, and it has dark green shutters. Is that the one?’

She merely nodded and gave him a lovely smile, as she picked up the teapot and filled three cups.