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Chapters (63)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. PRAISE
  3. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  4. DEDICATION
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. CHAPTER 43
  48. CHAPTER 44
  49. CHAPTER 45
  50. CHAPTER 46
  51. CHAPTER 47
  52. CHAPTER 48
  53. CHAPTER 49
  54. CHAPTER 50
  55. CHAPTER 51
  56. CHAPTER 52
  57. CHAPTER 53
  58. CHAPTER 54
  59. CHAPTER 55
  60. CHAPTER 56
  61. CHAPTER 57
  62. CHAPTER 58
  63. 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.