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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

‘There’s no need for you to do that,’ he said. ‘I’d be happy to take you in the barouche.’ He had chosen to keep his own stallion and the smallest of the carriages as well as the gentle nag that pulled it. Amber had told him that the barouche was rather a grand mode of transport to be taking to a sea captain’s modest home but he had pointed out that it would be ideal for Amber to manage should she wish to shop in the village. Also, had he chosen to keep the larger carriage, he would have had to take at least one more horse to pull it and he didn’t know if his father-in-law would stand for that. Amber had shrugged and said that she didn’t mind walking and that she’d never driven a carriage in her life, but he’d assured her that he would teach her.

Now she stared at him thoughtfully. ‘But ain’t that a long way for you to go only to have to come all the way back again? We’ll only be gone for a few days.’

‘It’ll be no trouble.’ He smiled. ‘Rather than come back I’ll wait till you’re ready to come home. I’m sure there’ll be a hotel where I can stay and I can make it into a little holiday. To be honest, I feel rather in need of one at the minute after all that’s happened.’

Amber shrugged. ‘Fine, if that’s what you want.’ And for then the subject was dropped.

Once Charlotte was tucked up in bed Barnaby read the newspaper by the light of the oil lamp on the table while Amber stitched a dress for Charlotte. Eventually he rose from his seat and stretched and yawned.

‘I’ll go on up now, unless there’s anything you need doing?’

She shook her head, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on what she was doing. ‘No, nothin’ . . . thanks.’

‘Goodnight then.’ She could feel his eyes burning into her as he stood over her.

‘Goodnight.’ Seconds later she heard his tread on the stairs and laying the dress aside, she sighed. Their first day of living together in the same house was over and it hadn’t been so bad, so perhaps things wouldn’t be as hard as she’d thought. She could only hope so because there could be no going back now.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight