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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

They had quite a pile of things by the time they had finished and Nancy giggled as she fingered a pair of soft, deep-crimson velvet curtains. ‘These’ll look grand in the parlour,’ she said. ‘It’s goin’ to be quite a place by the time we’ve finished. An’ some o’ that furniture an’ the framed maps o’ the world we found there are superb. They’ll look grand on the walls once we’ve given ’em a good polish. There is just one thing that occurred to me though . . . somethin’ you may not ’ave thought about. What’ll ’appen if you meet someone an’ want to get wed? I mean, I can’t ever see the master lettin’ little Charlotte go.’

‘Huh! There’s no chance o’ that happenin’, not in a million years,’ Amber snorted. ‘After what he did to me, I wouldn’t ever trust a bloke again as far as I could throw him!’

‘All right then . . . what if it’s the master who meets someone? Where will that leave you?’

Amber frowned; that was something she hadn’t thought of either. He was undeniably a good-looking man after all, and still relatively well-off, so no doubt there’d be a number of women setting their caps at him now that he was widowed.

‘I suppose that’s somethin’ I’d have to face if an’ when I came to it,’ she admitted as she stifled a yawn. ‘But now I don’t know about you but I ache in every bone in me body an’ we’ve only tickled the surface o’ what needs doin’ at the house as yet, so I suggest we both go an’ try an’ get a good night’s sleep, eh?’

Nancy nodded in agreement and after wishing her goodnight, she trotted off to her room leaving Amber to check on Charlotte before she too tumbled into her bed, exhausted. It had been a long hard day and there were many more of them ahead before they’d manage to put the house to rights.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

By the end of the first week the downstairs of the old sea captain’s house and everything in it was gleaming like a new pin. Men were now busily working outside erecting a sturdy fence around the garden to keep Charlotte safely away from the cliff edge and Amber was delighted when one of them informed her that there was actually a path at the end of the garden that led down to their own little private beach – she could just imagine how much Charlotte would love playing on the sand and paddling in the blue sea.