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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

‘Her way of speaking. She doesn’t really have an Irish accent. She sounds more English. And her clothes are of good quality.’ He shrugged and let out a sigh. ‘I expect I did go too far, but I couldn’t stop myself, I swear.’

Patrick said, ‘She is well spoken, you’re correct there, but I caught an Irish lilt in her voice and, to be honest, I thought her dress was rather plain, nothing so special. But she is a little different; I’ll grant you that, lad. But please, don’t question anyone like that, not ever again. It’s rude.’

‘I won’t, Uncle Pat, I promise, and I’m sorry I’ve upset ye. Shall I apologize again to Moira?’

‘God, no! Leave it alone. Leave her alone.’

‘Shall I come with ye to Mrs Wilson’s?’

‘Absolutely not. I am going alone with Moira. That is the proper thing to do. I got Moira the job, and we don’t need a gang of men to accompany us.’

Blackie stole a surreptitious look at his uncle, and said in a hushed tone, ‘Glad to hear that. Ye can’t take your friend Jack with ye. He’s been bowled over by her … he’s stuck on her.’

Patrick eyed Blackie and couldn’t help chuckling quietly. ‘I’m afraid you’ve hit the nail on the head there. That’s a fact. But he’s a bit old for Moira – after all, he’s my age.’

‘How old do ye think she is?’

‘I don’t know, Blackie, maybe seventeen, even eighteen.’

‘She could be older, ye knows, perhaps even twenty.’

‘Oh come on, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Why do you think she could be twenty?’

‘She’s very grown-up. Mind ye, I think she’s also well educated …’ Blackie paused, and added, ‘There’s something worldly about her.’

‘Do you mean sophisticated, perhaps?’

Blackie just nodded. After a second, he said, ‘She’s been under someone’s influence, I feel that strongly.’

‘Not necessarily bad, though. Good, I would say. Now let’s close this little discussion. We’re almost at City Square. When we’re on the tram to Armley, Moira will sit with me. Once we arrive at Whingate Junction, I’ll be off with her to the Towers. You will go with Finn and Jack down Town Street.’

‘Jack might want to come with ye.’

‘I’ll make sure he understands he can’t do that, Blackie. Leave everything to me, and don’t utter a word to Moira, except a simple goodbye.’

TWENTY-FIVE