Chapters (56)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Also by Rosie Goodwin
- About the Author
- Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
- Letter from Author
- Apple Charlotte
- The Precious Stones series
- The Days of the Week Collection
- Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
- Memory Lane Club
I’m so sorry, Mam, she said silently as she gazed up into the snowy night. Her mother would be so ashamed of her if she could see what she was doing, but what choice did she have?
Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
They walked along Vittoria Street in silence for a time and Ruby glanced at the jewellery school as they passed it. This, Maddie had told her, was where some of the greatest silver and goldsmiths in the country were trained. Eventually they turned into Frederick Street and it was there that Ruby asked, ‘Are you scared, Nell?’
‘Ner!’ Nell shook her head sending a shower of snow into the air. ‘You’ve just got to keep yer nerve an’ everythin’ will be fine.’
As they marched on, having to lift their feet high in the snow, Ruby wished she could feel as confident. Already her toes were so cold they were painful and she began to shiver with a combination of cold and fear. Soon they turned into Warstone Lane and Nell whispered, ‘Not far to go now. The cemetery’s just up ’ere. I just wish it weren’t so bleedin’ cold. I can ’ardly feel me ’ands an’ feet!’
The street was almost deserted and those that were about didn’t give the two girls a second glance, which Ruby was grateful for. Soon they passed the imposing wrought-iron gates leading to the cemetery and Ruby shuddered as she glanced through them at the rows and rows of headstones. Then the moment she had dreaded came when Nell slowed her steps and hissed, ‘This is it.’
Ruby glanced up at a large house that thankfully was in darkness and whispered through chattering teeth, ‘S-so wh-what do we do now?’
After quickly glancing up and down the street to check that no one was about, Nell took her hand and dragged her through the gate and around the side of the house to the back. It was very dark round there with no street lights and Nell narrowed her eyes and peered at the windows to see which one had been left on the catch for them. It wasn’t easy but after a short time she whispered, ‘This is it. Come ’ere an’ I’ll give yer a leg-up.’ She jiggled the catch on the sash cord window for a moment and when it eventually lifted a little, she beckoned to Ruby, who found her legs had suddenly turned to jelly.