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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. One
  4. Two
  5. Three
  6. Four
  7. Five
  8. Six
  9. Seven
  10. Eight
  11. Nine
  12. Ten
  13. Eleven
  14. Twelve
  15. Thirteen
  16. Fourteen
  17. Fifteen
  18. Sixteen
  19. Seventeen
  20. Eighteen
  21. Nineteen
  22. Twenty
  23. Twenty-One
  24. Twenty-Two
  25. Twenty-Three
  26. Twenty-Four
  27. Twenty-Five
  28. Twenty-Six
  29. Twenty-Seven
  30. Twenty-Eight
  31. Twenty-Nine
  32. Thirty
  33. Thirty-One
  34. Thirty-Two
  35. Thirty-Three
  36. Thirty-Four
  37. Thirty-Five
  38. Thirty-Six
  39. Thirty-Seven
  40. Thirty-Eight
  41. Thirty-Nine
  42. Forty
  43. Forty-One
  44. Forty-Two
  45. Forty-Three
  46. Forty-Four
  47. Forty-Five
  48. Forty-Six
  49. The Pengarron Sagas
  50. The Harvey Family Sagas

She kissed him back, then again and again, allowed him to take her to the bed and push her gently down on it, to pull open her stays and lower her shift and kiss her breasts, and soon afterward to enter her body. The pleasure was so intense, she could not stop him now if heaven showed itself and forbade her the rights of eternity.

Seventeen

Kenver Trenchard was busily employed in his workshop, which was built on to his small, formerly tied, cottage a short distance across the valley from Greystone’s Farm. Crippled from the waist down from birth, Clem’s younger brother earned his living producing fine crafts, but the piece he was currently working on was not for sale. This was the most important thing he’d ever make.

His wife came in to tell him the midday meal was ready, and they lingered proudly together over the baby’s cradle that was taking shape.

‘It’s going to be perfect.’ With delight, Kerris Trenchard inspected the expert joinery, the delicate carving of the cradle. She stood behind Kenver, who was sitting in the special wheeled chair of his own making, and hugged him tight. ‘Never thought you’d ever be doing something like this for a child of our own, Ken. Wish the poor little soul was coming into the world in better circumstances, but at least we’ll give it a good start.’

It had always pained Kenver that his disability meant he could never give Kerris, whom he had married shortly before leaving Mount’s Bay, what she desired most. Now, thanks to an indiscretion of Philip, his lust-driven nephew, he and Kerris were soon to become adoptive parents. Kenver was worried about Clem’s reaction, for it was no ordinary sin Philip had committed to beget the child.

‘Aye, we’ll give it all the love it’ll need, but I wish Philip hadn’t involved Catherine in the way he did. It’s not fair. Poor soul, she’s all on edge. He shouldn’t have sworn her to secrecy until Clem gets back. I know it sounds cowardly, putting all the facts on paper rather than to Clem’s face, but we don’t know how much longer he’s staying down there, now he’s saying that Kane’s still very poorly and Jessica’s begging him to stay on.’ Kenver knew this was true, Clem did not write well and Jessica had finished the letter for him.

‘Well, we can’t do anything about it. We must prepare for the baby’s arrival. Perhaps we should offer for the girl to come here. I’m worried about the baby being born in a hovel.’