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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

‘I don’t have much choice, do I?’ Amber sighed. ‘This ain’t somethin’ that I’ll be able to hide for much longer.’ As she spoke, she absent-mindedly stroked her still flat stomach as Nancy chewed on her lip.

‘An’ what do yer think he’ll say?’

Amber shrugged. ‘I won’t know till I tell him, will I?’

Hearing the wobble in her friend’s voice, angry colour flowed into Nancy’s thin cheeks and she hurried across to squeeze Amber’s slim shoulders.

‘He’s a bloody disgrace, that one is,’ she said. ‘Didn’t I tell you from day one that nothin’ good’d come o’ these meetins? Why, for two pins I’d go an’ tell t’mistress what he’s been up to.’

Amber shook her head hurriedly. ‘No, you mustn’t do that, Nancy,’ she told her sharply. ‘For a start, the mistress would never believe you, an’ don’t forget, me whole family rely on the work he gives ’em. We’d all end up in t’poor house if he were to turn ’em out o’ the cottage. Not that he ever would – he loves me!’ she said quickly.

‘Huh! So you say, but we’ll see now, won’t we? An’ what are you goin’ to do if he don’t stand by you? What’ll your da say when you turn up back at home wi’ your belly full?’

Amber blinked back tears. She had wondered the same thing herself. In fact, she’d thought of nothing else for days. But then she was sure it wouldn’t come to that. Barnaby would stand by her, he had to. He’d told her often enough that he loved her, hadn’t he? And this might be just the push he needed to make him leave his wife, as he’d promised he would when the time was right. But what if he doesn’t? a niggly little voice in the back of her mind asked. Her da was a kind, gentle man and he loved his family but were he ever to discover who had fathered this baby she dreaded to think what he might do to the master if he didn’t stand by her.

‘I shan’t tell him who it were,’ she told Nancy and the girl looked horrified.

‘But you’ll have to!’

‘I’ve told you, everything is gonna be all right.’

Amber glanced at the little tin clock on the small table by the window. ‘Anyway, I’d best be off now an’ ger it over wi.’ And with that she left the room as Nancy stared worriedly after her.