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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

At first folk seemed somewhat suspicious of this act of altruism, but once word spread that there were no strings attached the queues began to form as early as half-past three. Rose and Betsy put their pinnies on and dished out the soup and rolls while Daisy manned the kitchen. The customers were mostly weary-looking mothers and hungry children, and Rose made it a point to get alongside the women and find out who was most in need so she could discreetly do something about it, mindful of the fierce pride of Northerners. Even Mrs Finnigan came and was welcomed.

Over the following weeks, the number of customers increased so much that she asked the local vicar if they could move the soup kitchen into the church hall in order to accommodate more people eating in the warm, to which he readily agreed. Amy joined the others to do her bit, as she put it, and after a few men – mostly the old and destitute, along with a few disabled soldiers – started to come regularly, Alexander came with Rose each day. He sat in a quiet corner, chatting to the men and making them feel comfortable, and as an injured soldier they responded to him as they would never have done when he was just the Bembridge son and heir. Rose had worried about him accompanying her at first, fearing it would be too much for him, but she soon realized that it was enabling him to feel useful – and also it did him good to be away from the house and his mother’s incessant worrying. He didn’t want to feel like an invalid, even though that was unfortunately the case for the present at least.

Battles continued to be won and lost on both sides during the first part of the new year, and at Easter the spring offensive against the Germans manning the famous Hindenburg line began with prayer. British, Canadian and Australian troops accomplished the main objectives in the first hours of the assault, and now that the United States of America had entered the war on the side of the Allies at the beginning of April, some folk were saying the end was in sight.

Privately, Alexander wasn’t so sure. He was glad America had finally made the decision, but it remained to be seen just how useful the Yanks would be initially. Although their resources in terms of manpower and industrial production were potentially greater than those of any of the belligerents, with the possible exception of Germany, he wondered how quickly the country’s capacity could be translated into effective fighting power. The States manufactured no fighter aircraft whatsoever, and the total strength of the regular army was only five thousand officers and one hundred and twenty thousand or so men.