In this book, an orphaned child from an island on the east coast of Yorkshire grows up to discover the secrets and tragedies of her past.
In her second letter, Margriet wrote about school and how much she loved it and about her friends Imogen and Julia who had Dutch blood the same as she had. Then she told Gerda about her friend Anneliese Lindegroen who lived in the next street. She’s a proper little Dutch girl, she wrote, because ...
Mrs Thomas’s words had hit home. She was telling her that she was being selfish by concentrating on her own wishes, when she ought to be staying at home as a good daughter should, running the grocery shop with her father. It was totally unheard of among the people they knew for a young woman to g...
The days were getting colder, autumn leaves were falling fast and there was a tang in the wind as it blew in from the estuary, a sharpness which gave a tingle to the nostrils, a reminder of the saltiness of the sea from whence it came. Winter will soon be upon us and the year will be gone, Grace ...
‘What do you mean you didn’t know who I was?’ The sergeant shuffled his feet. ‘Are you not related to Major-General Lucan, sir?’ Jamie thought fast. He remembered something from his childhood: his father discussing the possibility of an army career with Felix, and telling him that his name would ...
As soon as she had gone down the narrow stairs, Harry came through the door from the other bedroom.‘What you doin’ in here?’ he said in a loud whisper. ‘I thought I was onny dreaming that we’d wed.’ He climbed in beside her and drew her close.‘The bed was too narrow,’ she whispered back, putting ...
The sun was already hot and shone brightly through his window. He looked out and saw that Marco, Leo and Calypso were having breakfast on the terrace below; they appeared to be talking seriously.I wonder if Marco is having second thoughts about Granny Rosie and me, he considered. After all, it se...
‘What? Sorry, what did you say, Cook?’ Ellen was putting cakes on a plate. Mrs Hart had invited some ladies for afternoon tea and the best china was being used. Ellen often wondered how Cook knew which tea service to produce for which guests. ‘Master Christopher. Just as well he’s gone back to sc...