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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. RITA BRADSHAW
  3. Acknowledgements
  4. Prologue
  5. PART ONE
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. PART TWO
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. PART THREE
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. PART FOUR
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. PART FIVE
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  39. PART SIX
  40. Chapter Thirty
  41. Chapter Thirty-One
  42. Chapter Thirty-Two
  43. Chapter Thirty-Three
  44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  45. Epilogue
  46. Dancing in the Moonlight
  47. Beyond the Veil of Tears
  48. The Colours of Love
  49. Snowflakes in the Wind
  50. A Winter Love Song
  51. Beneath a Frosty Moon
  52. One Snowy Night
  53. The Storm Child
  54. The People’s Friend
  55. The Winter Rose
  56. By Rita Bradshaw

She and Alexander had had endless discussions – some face to face and some in the letters that they wrote to each other when he was away – about those things. He wanted her and Betsy to live at Highfield Hall until he left the army and could be with her all the time and for Betsy to have a governess rather than attend the local school, both of which she had refused to do. She had conceded that they would come and stay at the Hall when he was home on leave, but the rest of the time she intended to live in the little home she had created above the bakery. And she would keep on working, she’d made that plain too, and Betsy would carry on at the Consett school where all her friends were.

It made sense, she told herself as she walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on the hob to make a pot of tea. She knew Alexander was worried about the prospect of war looming in Europe with the arms race threatening to run out of control; it was the main reason he had agreed to continue in the army for the time being. The average person knew little of such things but Alexander’s privileged position made him only too aware that certain countries were boosting their peacetime armies. Whether war came or not, until she could be with Alexander all the time and they decided where their future lay, she didn’t intend to give up her hard-won independence and be isolated at Highfield Hall with William and Arabella. And Alexander had seen her point of view, up to a point. It would be an unusual state of affairs and no doubt eyebrows would be raised, but then they were an unusual couple in every respect and the gossip about them was rife anyway. With the reading of the banns at the local church, Daisy had told her with some glee that certain members of the community had been beside themselves.

‘I dunno what some of the old biddies will do for their dose of tittle-tattle if you and Alexander ever leave here,’ Daisy said, grinning. ‘It’d spoil all their fun.’

‘I’ll be sure to bear that in mind when Alexander and I make any decisions,’ said Rose drily.