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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

Sarah arrived at the table and seated herself between them. As she looked at her sister and then at Blackie, noticing the unexpected ease which now existed between them, she smiled inwardly.

She had noticed the immediate attraction between them, the way their eyes had met. No one could have missed that pull between a man and a woman. How right she had been to leave them alone. She was happy for Angela. Her sister’s good taste and manners seemed to make it hard for her to meet the right kind of man. She had married up – her husband, Anthony Welles, had been from a good family from Harrogate and, after his aunt had died, he had inherited a small sum, just enough to buy them the little house. But he had loved the Royal Navy, having joined when he was seventeen.

And whilst Angela had put up a good front and decorated their house in perfect taste, she had been very lonely. Sailors at sea did not make good husbands. Also, there had been no children, and Sarah had often wondered about their relationship, the intimate side of their married life, and how much they really had loved each other.

Blackie would pay court to her, assuage her loneliness, put a spark back in her eyes again, Sarah decided, as she sipped her tea and listened to her sister chatting away to Blackie. She noticed the rapt expression on his face, the brightness in his eyes.

Angela was older than him; Sarah was well aware he was only seventeen. Laughter rose in her throat, but she pushed it back. What did age matter? It didn’t, as far as she was concerned.

Sarah, now twenty-one, was wise for her years, and she had a knack of sizing people up, understood what made them tick.

Blackie and Angela were attracted to each other and she knew both were good people. They were right for each other at this time in their lives, at least. The future? Who cared about that. Blackie wasn’t looking to get married. She wanted a bit of happiness for Angela now. And there was no doubt in her mind that Blackie O’Neill, the handsomest man she had ever met, would give her sister exactly what she wanted and needed. Certainly Angela’s terrible loneliness would be alleviated for a while with this charming Irishman.

Blackie was unable to fall asleep. He lay in his much-loved bed, staring up at the ceiling, seeing only her face. It was now imprinted on his brain.