Chapters (59)
- Cover
- ABOUT THE BOOK
- Dedication
- PREFACE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- ENDING
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Also by Val Wood
Ellen swept the tears away with her fingertips. ‘Yes,’ she said croakily. ‘You did, sir, and I’m grateful. We’ll both be grateful, it’s just – it’s just that—’ A sob escaped involuntarily. ‘I don’t know how we’ll manage until then. The parish – I don’t know if they’ll allow us any relief as we haven’t lived in Hull for very long – I think there’s a minimum time before a claim can be made.’
He leaned forward and clasped his hands together. ‘Mrs Randell. It won’t come to that. Your husband is due to receive compensation for his injuries. Everything is in hand, it’s just taking time.’ He stood up and went to a metal box on top of a cabinet. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, opening the box with a key that he took from his pocket. ‘I should have thought before. I’ve had so much on my mind. I’ll give you something on account, just to tide you over. Five shillings?’ he asked, turning to her. ‘That’ll buy food and pay your rent. Only pay the usual,’ he warned. ‘Don’t pay any extra, as you’ll never get it back if by chance you should move house.’
He fished about in the desk drawer for an envelope and put the coins inside and handed it to her. ‘I’ll make a note that it’s on account of what is to come, and I’ll try to come and see you tomorrow.’
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Ellen hurried down the steps to where her sister and the children and Filip were waiting.
‘You’ve been crying,’ Lizzie said, eyeing her keenly, and Sarah came and put her hand in her mother’s.
‘Is everything all right, Ellen?’ Filip asked. ‘Harry is not to lose his job? If so I will speak for him to Mr Tannerson!’
‘No, no,’ she said shakily, and put her other hand to her nose and sniffled. ‘He’s been very kind. He assured me that Harry will go back to work and he’s – he’s given me some money to tide us over until ’compensation comes through. He’d said there’d be some money while Harry was recovering, but I didn’t know – didn’t think there’d be compensation! I was only hoping that Harry would get his job back.’
Tears ran down her cheeks again, but she saw the children were watching her and gave a rather watery smile. ‘I’m crying because I’m so relieved. I thought we’d have to apply for parish relief and thought how ashamed I’d be, and anyway, I was doubtful we’d get it.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Filip said, with a puzzled frown. ‘What is this relief?’