Chapters (90)
- PROLOGUE
- 1849
- ONE
- TWO
- EDINBURGH
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EPILOGUE
- HISTORICAL NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Extract from A Corruption of Blood
- 1850
- ONE
Little wonder. She had been sixteen years old and had just lost both of her parents. She had no experience of domestic service and was unsure what her new life would be like. She knew how to cook, to clean, to sew, this last skill being forced upon her at school when she would have preferred to continue with mathematics and Latin. She was sure that a lifetime of performing domestic chores would serve her well, but there were other aspects of her new situation which concerned her. She had heard the rumours of course; about hard labour and cruel treatment at the hands of unscrupulous employers.
She was unafraid of physical work – having grown up on a farm she was well used to it – but harsh punishments were unfamiliar to her. She had never been beaten as a child and had no desire to experience such a thing now. Having lost her family, she felt that she had surely suffered enough already.
She need not have been afraid. What she found here was kindness and inspiration. A household, as it turned out, full of remarkable possibilities, and through which remarkable people passed. Doctors, of course, but also writers, artists, politicians. She had been exposed to worlds that, until then, she had not known existed.
She watched as Raven negotiated a bend in the stairs, taking care not to make contact with the walls, as though he was carrying Archie himself and not just the sick man’s luggage.
She remembered when she had first seen Will Raven, when he had first moved in. What a terrible first impression he had made. She had expected a gentleman, similar in style and manner to the apprentice he was to replace. He had turned up on the doorstep inexcusably late, in stained clothes, reeking of alcohol and with evidence of a recent altercation etched indelibly upon his face. It was obvious that he was a man apart, unlike the others who had gone before. This made her wary of him. Understandably so. And yet they had become friends. More than friends.
Circumstances had thrown them together. She had thought that their attachment would continue, saw no reason why it should not, but Raven had seen things differently. She had been abandoned. She could think about it in no other way and it had been a source of pain to her for some time. She would be shy of any such connection in the future. Or so she had thought until Archie arrived.