Carved in Stone
Chapters (52)
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Books by Elizabeth Camden
THE BLACKSTONE LEGACY
Carved in Stone
HOPE AND GLORY SERIES
The Spice King
A Gilded Lady
The Prince of Spies
The Lady of Bolton Hill
The Rose of Winslow Street
Against the Tide
Into the Whirlwind
With Every Breath
Beyond All Dreams
Toward the Sunrise: An Until the Dawn Novella
Until the Dawn
Summer of Dreams: A From This Moment Novella
From This Moment
To the Farthest Shores
A Dangerous Legacy
A Daring Venture
A Desperate Hope
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© 2021 by Dorothy Mays
Published by Bethany House Publishers
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Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
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ISBN 978-1-4934-3373-5
This is a work of historical reconstruction; the appearances of certain historical figures are therefore inevitable. All other characters, however, are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Cover design by Jennifer Parker
Cover image of woman by Lee Avison / Arcangel
1
APRIL 1900
NEW YORK CITY
How could a man buy a new suit with a dozen eggs?
Patrick O’Neill sighed, protecting the basket of eggs as he navigated through the crowd of pedestrians to the tailor’s shop on Mulberry Street. He should have earned a bit of cash from drawing up Mrs. Donovan’s last will and testament, but the old woman paid him with eggs instead. She’d come to this country during the Irish Potato Famine, and Patrick had a soft spot for folks like her, so he settled for the eggs.
Life would be cheaper if he could buy ready-made suits like most people, but broad-shouldered men who stood six feet four inches tall rarely had that option. Everything Patrick wore had to be made to order, and it got expensive. Still, the tailor owed him for staving off an eviction last month.
A bell above the shop door dinged as Patrick entered, and the tailor greeted him warmly.
“There’s the Lower East Side’s most famous lawyer,” Mr. Collins said. “I figured we’d be seeing you.” The tailor continued stacking bolts of cloth on the cramped shelving over the only sewing machine in the overstuffed shop.
“What makes you say that?” Patrick asked, his Irish accent a little thicker than normal. He left Ireland when he was fourteen, but his natural brogue came back strong when he was among his own.