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A Season for Hope

Rosie Goodwin
Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. About the Authors
  49. Also by Rosie Goodwin
  50. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  51. Letter from Author
  52. Meat and Potato Pie
  53. The Precious Stones series
  54. The Days of the Week Collection
  55. Mothering Sunday
  56. Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
  57. Memory Lane Club

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Dedication

This book is for all the lovely readers who have supported me since publication. You are all very special, thank you xxx

Chapter One

Chapter One

Whitby, March 1845

The laundry room was suddenly plunged into gloom as a figure blocked the doorway. The young woman pounding the washing in the deep tub with a wooden dolly stick stilled and glanced hopefully towards it. Her stomach swooped with nerves and happiness at the sight of the master standing there, looking resplendent in his riding gear, his fair hair tousled from the ride.

He quickly glanced over his shoulder to make sure they couldn’t be overheard before telling her softly, ‘The large barn, ten o’clock tonight.’ Then he turned on his smart leather heel and was gone, leaving the girl leaning heavily against the wooden tub, her heart pounding. She normally never minded being summoned – in fact she looked forward to it – but tonight would be different.

Barnaby Greenwood was her master and as well as employing her as a laundry maid at his enormous house, he also employed her father and brothers. He was one of the richest and most powerful men in Whitby. He owned a large fleet of fishing trawlers and a shipyard, as well as most of the dwellings that the fishermen lived in. Her father and two of her brothers worked on one of the trawlers, while her other two brothers were employed at his shipyard. And tonight she had something to tell him and she had no idea how he would react to it. With a shuddering sigh, she bent to the task at hand and got on with her work.

The day passed interminably slowly but at last, at seven o’clock, she put the next day’s washing in to soak, and after drying her rough hands on her pinafore, wearily made her way to the kitchen for her supper.

The noise of the staff chattering and the warmth from the range met her when she entered the room. Seeing her, the cook nodded towards the table saying, ‘About time too. I were about to send a search party out for you. Sit yourself down and get something on your plate afore it’s all gone.’

Jimmy, the young groom, immediately shuffled along to make room next to him on the long oak bench that stretched down one side of the table, and not wanting to hurt his feelings, the girl sat down beside him, causing a few giggles from the female staff and some chuckles from the males. Jimmy made no secret of the fact that he was sweet on Amber, although she had never given him any encouragement.