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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

Turning away swiftly, Angela began to serve the food to him.

TWENTY-ONE

After supper, Blackie let himself be led into the library by Angela.

The fire had been lit, lamps turned on, and Angela directed him to the sofa. She sat in a chair, and said swiftly, ‘Claudie is bringing us cups of tea. We can relax here and let our food digest.’

He nodded, leaned towards the fire, and then swivelled his head as he spoke to her. ‘I do like a fire,’ he admitted. ‘’Tis cooler now anyway.’

‘There’s a bit of a chill in the air, I agree. I hope you enjoyed Claudie’s food.’

‘The best,’ he answered, with a small chuckle. ‘Never tasted rhubarb tart like that before. Her flavours are … unique.’

‘She has a secret recipe. It was a pleasure to prepare supper for someone. It’s clear you enjoy your food.’

‘I do, ’tis true. Perhaps because I often went hungry as a child.’

Angela nodded. ‘I guess it was a hard life in Ireland, from what other Irish friends have told me about their early years. Hunger and poverty.’

‘Sure and it was tough, and what food I could get was a preoccupation. I was lucky. I had good friends who were happy to share what they had with me.’

‘Where do you come from?’

‘A little hamlet in North Kerry. It doesn’t really even have a proper name. I was born there and left when I was thirteen.’

At this moment, Claudie entered the library carrying a tray, which she put down on the desk. ‘Shall I pour?’ she asked, looking over at Angela.

‘Oh no, that’s all right,’ Angela responded genially. ‘I can do it.’

Claudie smiled at them both and left.

‘How do you like your tea? With milk? Sugar?’ Angela asked Blackie.

‘Milk and sugar, please.’

A moment later, Angela placed the cup of tea on a small table, bending down to do so. She was so close to him, he could smell her perfume, a floral scent, and her gleaming white breasts were directly in front of him. Her closeness made his heart flutter. How he wanted her. He took tight control of himself.

Now Angela moved across the floor and poured herself a cup of tea and went to her chair, moving as gracefully as always.

Blackie tried to distract himself. ‘I must admit I am a little confused. Ye see, ye said ye grew up in Harrogate, but then mentioned ye lived in Upper Armley ’til ye got married.’

‘Oh, sorry, Blackie, that does sound odd, I suppose. I did grow up in Harrogate, and I did come back here to live with Mam and Sarah for a few months before I married Anthony. You see, he was a bit older than me, was in the Royal Navy, and he knew I might be lonely in Harrogate once he was at sea for months on end—’