Chapters (63)
- COVER PAGE
- PRAISE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- DEDICATION
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Archibald too heard the noise of voices approaching and slammed the drawer shut, turning the key in the lock and returning it to his pocket. He moved to open the door, passing close to Ann and breathing in deeply. Her heady perfume hung in the air. As he inhaled, he thought of Margaret’s disapproval of her friend’s use of perfume. ‘Not for ladies,’ she had said, commanding him to open the windows wide after Ann and Robert had left a dinner at their house.
Ann swept past in a rustle of silk and the hint of bergamot and jasmine floated after her.
CHAPTER 16
Chapter 16
2015
‘Remind me, what number are you in Magdalen Yard Road again?’
Fiona turned to her friend Martha, who had just pulled on a pair of white cotton gloves.
‘Seventy-three. Why?’
Martha turned a page in the old document she was examining. ‘Did you know that one of the passengers who died in 1879 lived along in number thirty-two?’
‘Those are the tenements at the other end, I think,’ said Fiona as she finished putting on her own gloves. ‘Can I see?’
Martha pointed to a name and address in the yellowed document. ‘Janette Ness, weaver, aged twenty-two. I suppose she worked in one of the jute mills.’
Fiona nodded and pored over the names. ‘There’s another weaver here, and a spinner, presumably mill workers too. All so young.’
‘I know, I read that a fifth of all jute mill workers were under fifteen.’ Fiona looked up. ‘And the kids on that train, horrible. Look, one aged four, another five. The book said there would’ve been more children on the train but there’s no record of them as they didn’t need tickets.’
‘I know, it’s awful.’ Martha pointed again to Janette Ness’ address. ‘Does number thirty-two still exist on your road?’
‘Think so. I’m pretty sure it’s the first tenement when you turn left onto our road from the Green. And I must ask Dad, but I’m sure one of his ancestors in our house was a mill owner in the nineteenth century. In fact, I think he might have been the one who had our house built. Wonder if he was there in 1879?’
‘I thought you’d like this project. I’m glad the boss wants you to carry on researching for the exhibition.’
‘God, yeah. I’m so pleased the interview went well.’
‘I was speaking to her earlier, she said that you’d opted for four mornings a week instead of two full days?’
‘Yeah, that’ll be brilliant when Jamie starts school. Thanks for putting a word in, M, you’re a star!’
‘We can work together on some things – public outreach, papers, online and fliers – and I’ll get in touch with other museums to see what they’ve got.’
Fiona nodded, grinning.