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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

Her face was so hopeful that he felt himself shrivel. Removing his cap, he shook his head sorrowfully. ‘I’s afraid not, Mrs Ainsley. I can only imagine she must have hit an iceberg that was below the surface. We saw the SOS flares and got to her soon as we could but it were too late by then, she’d already gone down! I’m so sorry.’

Unable to take the terrible news in she stared at him numbly.

It was Edward who asked, ‘But surely there were some survivors?’

The captain gulped and nodded. ‘Aye, there were, but not many, lad. Seven we fished out o’ the sea but two of ’em passed away shortly after an’ your dad an’ yer brothers weren’t amongst ’em. I’m so sorry fer your loss.’

He replaced his cap and with a nod moved on into the waiting arms of his wife as Alice and her sons stood there trying to absorb the news. Someone had sent word to Greenacres and minutes later Barnaby Greenwood appeared, his face grave as he jumped down from the horse’s saddle and went to seek out the captain of The Mermaid.

The younger widows were crying and wailing, and their children, seeing their mothers so distressed, joined in, but Alice just stood there, too numb with shock to show any emotion. Her lovely, kind Eli and her beautiful boys, all snuffed out like the flame of a candle. It was just too much to comprehend.

After a while, Barnaby clambered onto a large coil of thick rope to address the crowd.

‘To those of you who have suffered a loss, I give my condolences,’ he said with a crack in his voice. He gulped as he tried to pull himself together. The news had shocked him too. ‘But rest assured you will all be compensated.’

‘Oh aye,’ one young wife shouted as tears pumped down her pale cheeks. ‘An’ what cost a life, eh? A lovin’ husband an’ father?’

Barnaby stared at her helplessly; he had no answer and had never felt so bereft in his life. He jumped down from the rope and once again he moved amongst the crowds, dishing out coins to the bereaved until, at last, they all filtered away. He stood for a long time on the deserted quay staring out to sea and thinking of all the lives that had been lost. One thing was for sure: for many people, their lives were never going to be the same again and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to make it better for them.