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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 suggest you give one o’ them the honour o’ becomin’ Mrs Preston then,’ she said harshly and hurried away. Deep down she knew she shouldn’t be so hard on him. Bertie might be a rogue but he was likable with it and as her mother had told her, she supposed she could do far worse. The trouble was she didn’t love him and she would never love anyone now. She blinked back tears as she wondered if Bertie would still be so keen to wed her if he ever discovered she had just given birth to Barnaby Greenwood’s child.

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

As she turned into the tree-lined driveway, Amber paused to stare at the Temples’ beautiful house She was still hesitant to accept the post seeing as it had been Barnaby Greenwood who had secured it for her and she didn’t want to be beholden to him for anything. But common sense took over, so taking a deep breath, she passed the coach house and set off. The leaves were fluttering from the trees and a cold wind was blowing but after working with the herring girls, Amber was used to the cold now. She glanced down at her hands. They were still cut and sore and she wished that she’d had some gloves to wear. But gloves were for toffs so all she could do was hope that Mrs Temple wouldn’t notice them. They certainly didn’t look like the hands of a nanny.

As she emerged from the trees and neared the round marble steps that led up to two enormous oak doors, a gardener carrying a scythe appeared from the side of the house and she asked him, ‘Excuse me, would you happen to know where I’m to go? I’ve come to see Mrs Temple about a position.’

His face broke out in a broad smile and he thumbed across his shoulder. ‘Yer’d best go this way then, lass. Follow the path round an’ you’ll come to the kitchen an’ the housekeeper’ll sort you out.’