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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

The three of them sat down, and Nathaniel launched into his explanation of wronged husband once more. ‘I had no idea that Rose was going to take it into her head to run off,’ he finished after a minute or two. ‘You can imagine my shock when I came home from work to find her gone without a note or anything to explain. I was beside myself.’

He had taken off his cap and ran his hand through his thick fair hair in a gesture of frustration, his blue eyes holding Beattie’s. She swallowed and nodded sympathetically.

‘All I want to do is to find her and my child and bring them home so we can put all this behind us. I want to make her happy, Mrs Harper. Can you understand that?’

Hubert thought his sister was going to swoon.

‘But of course I have to find her first and I wondered if there was anything at all you could tell me that would help?’

‘I would if I could, Mr Alridge, but Mary – Rose – didn’t say where she was bound for, merely that it was in the country. How far away I don’t know, but I wouldn’t think it would be too many miles because the miller came to pick up her things in a horse and cart.’

‘The miller?’ said Nathaniel quietly, his heart beating faster. ‘She was going to work for a miller?’

‘Yes, that’s right. For a miller and his elderly parents I understood, as their housekeeper. The mother was getting too old to keep house and they needed help. From what I saw of the miller he was no spring chicken so I dare say his parents would have been in their seventies, perhaps older.’

How many mills could there be in this neck of the woods? Nathaniel thought, his spirits soaring. However many there were, it wasn’t like residential properties. He’d find her, no doubt about that. It might take some time but he’d find her. He rose to his feet, smiling as he said, ‘Thank you, Mrs Harper. You’ve been a great help and I won’t keep you any longer.’

Beattie was all smiles as she saw them out, and once in the street Nathaniel turned to Hubert. ‘Thanks again for your help. It’s narrowed down the search somewhat. I don’t suppose you know of any mills not far from here?’