North & South : THE MILTON CHRONICLES, VOLUME III

Hi everyone,

Well, here we are again! Thanks for sticking with me, you've no idea how much it means to me. (I'm going to feel very stupid for saying that should no-one reply to this, but hopefully that won't be the case.) And as has been the case with some of the previous volumes, we're starting with a new character - well, you've met him briefly before, but now you're going to learn a bit more.

Hope you enjoy this volume!

Cat x


What Glasgow says today, the rest of the world tries to pronounce tomorrow

As the train rattled along at high speed through the countryside of northern England, Sergeant David Johnson pulled his great coat more firmly around him. By God, but it was cold, even by November standards. And there were at least another three months to go before spring would make the slightest appearance. David hated winter, he always had. Its only redeeming feature, as far as he was concerned, was Christmas; the spirit of peace and goodwill always made him feel a little more hopeful about the future. Not that he suspected his future would be a miserable one, quite the contrary. As he gazed out of the window, he thought how much had happened in the last few years, how his life had changed

Twenty-eight years ago, David had been born in Rotherham, in south Yorkshire, to Isaac Johnson, who worked in one of the ironworks of which there were many, iron being Rotherhams principal industry and his wife Polly. He was the younger of their two sons, and he had been very close to his brother Tom, who was three years older than him. From an early age, both the Johnson boys had showed a passion for justice, and the headmaster of the little school in Rotherham they had attended had joked that they had almost single-handedly eradicated bullying, because those inclined to pick on younger or more vulnerable people had come to know that they would come up against the Johnsons and that, none of them wanted. Not that Tom or David punished people in any violent way, though Tom was not unwilling to prove himself in a fight if necessary. He had a glare that could make people wish they had never been born, and David, though quieter than his brother and inclined to hide behind him in some ways, had an unconscious air of authority from a young age and made even boys who were older than him feel ashamed of themselves after only a few words from his sharp tongue. Thus the careers the Johnson boys chose had come as no surprise to those who knew them: at the age of seventeen, Tom had joined the army, and David, on his twenty-second birthday, had entered the police force. Both of them loved their new careers, and as they had matured, felt that life was going to be very good to them. When Tom had been posted to India, he had been thrilled, although sad to be parted from his family. David, who was still quite reliant on his brother, was greatly saddened, but Tom had sent a letter as soon as he reached India, David had replied to it at once, and their frequent correspondence had soon made him realise that despite the geographical distance between them, they could still maintain the closeness they had had all these years, and no-one had been prouder than him when Tom had fought for his country in the two Sikh Wars and been decorated for both of them.

And then, two years ago, the letter had come that brought the Johnsons world crashing down around them: Tom had been killed while out on a raid against a gang of men who had been terrorising the area around Bombay. The leader of his regiment, who had written the letter, had stated that Captain Johnson been a model soldier and had died a hero, putting the safety of the men he led before his own, but that had been of very little comfort to his brother, and none at all to his parents. They had all tried to get on with their lives, but David was the only one who had had even a little success. It had been far from easy though: every place he went to, everything he saw, reminded him of Tom in some way, and getting used to not being able to share things with his brother had been a nightmare how often had he heard a joke or story and thought that he must include it in his next letter to Tom, only to remember that his brother was now in a place which could not receive any post?

When David had become a police officer, he had been given a post in Rotherham and had been there ever since. Much as he loved his home town, he had decided in his adolescence that he did not want to remain there forever, and planned to move away and make a life for himself somewhere else as soon as he could. He had reconciled himself to waiting until Tom was at least back in England, because he did not want to leave his parents alone. But after Toms death, he had wondered if he would ever be able to leave: his father could not seem to recover from the shock, and his heartbroken mother clung to David for support how could he possibly abandon them? Their friends were very kind and supportive, but who else could care for them as he could, who else understood just what they were going through? David threw himself into his work during the day, and then, in the evening, sat with his mother, who only ever wanted to reminisce about Tom.

Then, just over a year ago, there had been a dreadful accident at the ironworks where Isaac Johnson was employed: nobody had noticed that part of the roof had been damaged by a fierce storm a week previously, and it had suddenly given way and crashed right through to the bottom floor of the building, bringing some of the walls down with it. Isaac was one of the two dozen people killed. Her eldest sons death had taken its toll on Pollys health, and when the shaken David had told her that she had lost her husband too, it had been too much for her; she had gasped, stared at David dazedly for a few seconds, and then collapsed and died of a heart attack right there at his feet. In only a few hours, David had gone from having two parents to having none.

On hearing the news, Pollys father, Mr Hutton, who lived in Newcastle, had written to David, offering him a home. But David had, politely but firmly, refused: the time had come for him to make his own way in the world. He had saved up his wages in preparation for the time when he could leave Rotherham, and that, along with the modest sum of money he had been left in Isaacs will, was enough to start a new life elsewhere. After his parents joint funeral, he had gone to his senior officer and friend, Howard King, and requested a transfer, not really caring where he went, as long as he could escape from Rotherham.

And so, last October, David had come to Milton. He had liked the place at once; in several ways, it reminded him of Rotherham, which was also a busy, industrial place, though the main industry here was not iron and steel, but cotton. He had also immediately liked his senior officer, Chief Inspector Ben Mason, who was only a couple of years older than him, and was, like him, a rather serious man who was devoted to his work. They had become quite friendly over the next few months, and worked together well, but they had never met outside working hours: Mason, David had soon realised, was not the sort to socialise, and despite his own determination to make a new life, he was not ready to meet new people yet, and this was because he had not yet said a proper goodbye to the ones he had had in the past. He had never been able to grieve fully for Tom, and this was because of his parents: his support was a lifeline to them, especially his mother, and it would have killed them to see him weep and yell as he had so longed to do many times. After his parents death, he had had to continue to be strong, as there had been much to do: organising the joint funeral, selling the house and then organising his move to Milton. It was only on that first evening in Milton, while sitting by the fire in the parlour of the little house he had rented, that the full reality of his circumstances hit him: bar his grandfather in Newcastle, he was alone in the world.

The next two months had consisted of working in the daytime and grieving in the evenings, just like the time between Toms death and those of his parents, except that this time, he was mourning alone. Then he had gone to Newcastle to spend Christmas and New Year with his grandfather, whom he had never met before, and they had got on well, and while they had only met face-to-face once more before the old mans sudden illness and death last month, they had exchanged letters, and David had enjoyed having a family member to communicate with once again, even if they did not know each other particularly well. During that holiday, he had recovered his spirit, and he had returned to Milton with the intention of starting afresh. He wanted to have friends again, people to chat and laugh and joke with. He knew it would not be easy, as it had been a few years since he had attended any parties or social events, but, as had always been his attitude to life, he was determined to try and, hopefully, to succeed.

Just after New Year, the announcement was made that there was to be a ball in the old Opera House, and the excitement in the town had been enormous. David had been astonished, and he knew Mason felt the same way neither of them had ever thought such a thing as a ball would occur in Milton. Still, it sounded enjoyable, and it was the ideal opportunity to meet people. Unfortunately, only a few days before the ball, David had come down with a bad cold and missed the event, much to his frustration and annoyance. He had been managed to return to work the following day, and he had been shocked to hear from Mason about the fire that had taken place at the ball, an old warehouse round the back of the Opera House being burned to the ground due to a worker carelessly tossing away a still-lit cigarette. Mason had dealt with it in his usual calm, efficient manner, and when David had asked how he had found the evening apart from that unfortunate matter, Mason had said that he had enjoyed himself very much and had met various newcomers to Milton, including Lord Francis Remington, who had just taken up residence at his family home, Remington Manor, not far away from Milton, and his son, Lord Edward, who was a little younger than David. Also, he had added, John Thornton, owner of Marlborough Mills, one of the most prosperous cotton mills in the north of England, had received an unexpected guest, a young American woman by the name of Miss Charlotte McCarthy, whose father, a plantation owner, was about to do a business deal with him. She had come to England with a close friend of hers, a Mrs Higgins, whose son Nicholas was one of John Thorntons most trusted employees. David had heard of Nicholas Higgins, and also his daughter Mary, who had recently married the local physician, Dr Charles Morgan, and he had thought rather wistfully how nice it must be for Mr Higgins to have all his relations together again what wouldnt he give to be able to make that happen

David had realised almost immediately that Miss McCarthy had had a large effect on Mason. The latter, to whom, up till then, work had been everything, started asking David to cover some of his shifts, and this was usually so that he could meet with her. After a week, David was convinced that his colleague was falling for the American girl, and when he met her for himself, he did not blame him; vibrant, witty and smart, not to mention very striking in appearance with her large green eyes and curly red-gold hair, Miss McCarthy was a most delightful person. David met her three times during the month she spent in Milton before departing on a trip to the Continent with her Irish uncle, and each time, he had seen a change in Mason: his colleagues usually serious face was lit up by a smile, and his eyes were brighter too. Following Miss McCarthys departure for Europe, Mason had been a little downcast, and David wondered if they had quarrelled before she left. But apparently not, as one day in May, the delighted Mason had come to work from Remington Manor, where he had been visiting Lord Edward to discuss safety arrangements for his wedding to Miss Ann Latimer, the daughter of one of the Milton bankers, which was to take place two days later, and told David that Miss McCarthy was back in Milton; this was immediately followed by his asking David somewhat bashfully if he could take over his morning and lunchtime duties the next day, as Miss McCarthy had asked him to meet her. David had agreed easily, as he had on all the other occasions this had happened many times in the future he had good-naturedly reminded Mason just how much time off he was owed!

David had been unsurprised when Mason had not come to work on the morning after the wedding probably the reception had not finished until quite late, and as Miss McCarthy was there, Mason would no doubt have spent every possible second in her company, even if it meant staying up until a much later hour than he was used to. So David had got on with his usual work, and then, just before he was due to take lunch, Miss McCarthy herself had come into the police station, beaming broadly, and told him that she and Mason were now engaged. Davids heartfelt delight for his colleague and the pretty American had quickly vanished when he realised that no-one knew where Mason was. While his father had had a note from him saying he had been called away on business, David knew that Mason would never have gone off without leaving him a message, one of his rules was that each of them should always know where the other was during working hours, should they need to contact each other quickly. Only a minute later, two locals had come in, and their combined stories told David that Mason and Dr Morgan were being held prisoner in an old house on the outskirts of Milton.

It was the most serious thing David had had to deal with so far in his career, and, as many people told him afterwards, he had handled it magnificently. Linking the event to the attempted abduction of Mrs Morgan that had taken place only a few weeks previously, he had called on the local artillery and led an ambush on the house. They had arrested the villains, but the ringleader, an old enemy of Dr Morgans who was seeking revenge on him, and who had added Mason to his list when he discovered the policeman was on the verge of discovering that it was he who was behind the attack on Mrs Morgan, had died during the struggle, accidentally falling on his own knife not, however, before he had stabbed Mason in the chest, very close to the heart. The race back to Milton had been even more frantic than the one to the old house; David left Mason at his house in the care of Dr Morgan and the latters friend from London, Dr Jamieson, and organised for the villains body to be taken to the town mortuary and his henchmen to be put in jail. Then he had called on John Thornton, who, as the local magistrate, had to be told of the incident. He and John had headed to the Masons at once, only to be joined on the doorstep by Masons father and Miss McCarthys uncle.

Telling Masons father that his son had been stabbed had vividly reminded David of the moment he had told his own mother of her husbands tragic death. Even as hed said the words, he had half-expected Mr Mason to keel over and die before his eyes, as his mother had done, but thankfully this had not happened. David would never forget the traumatised look on Dr Morgans face that day, nor Miss McCarthys great mental strength, as they all sat in the parlour while Dr Jamieson and the other town physician, Dr Donaldson, performed the blood transfusion which was Masons only chance of survival. It had been difficult for David to leave the house in order to get statements from the henchmen in prison, as well as the two local men who had witnessed Mason and Dr Morgan being held captive, but he knew his duty. After this, he had had to seek out the other locals who had prevented Mrs Morgans abduction and bring them to the prison to see if her abductors were among the henchmen, and also send telegraphs to colleagues in the north and also in London, from where all the villains came; finally, he had had to write a report of the incident. All the time he wondered nervously how Mason was doing, realising for the first time just what that mans companionship meant to him. When a note from Dr Jamieson had arrived late that night, saying that Mason had regained consciousness and would make a full recovery, David had been relieved and delighted almost beyond belief.

Davids intelligence, quick wit and strength of character had greatly impressed the other people involved in the incident, not least Commissioner Neill, the most senior officer in the north of England, who had promoted him to the rank of sergeant. Mason of course had taken time off work to recover from his experience, most of which was spent planning his forthcoming trip to America with Miss McCarthy to meet her father and friends, and also their wedding, which would be held in November once they were back in Milton. David had called on Mason every day after work, and their relationship had gone from amicable colleagues to firm friends; he also became very friendly with Miss McCarthy, and over the next month, before she and Mason had left for America, he had begun to really believe that he could make a proper life here in Milton, a life that included friends as well as work. Five months of being the senior officer of Milton and the surrounding area had boosted his self-esteem, and he now felt a completely different person to the one who had arrived in Milton the previous autumn.

David had greatly looked forward to attending Masons wedding to Miss McCarthy Charlotte, as she now was to him so the news that his grandfather had suddenly taken ill and was not expected to live more than a few days, which had meant David departing for Newcastle the day before the wedding, had been a double blow to him. And now, Mr Hutton was gone, and while David was not heartbroken after all, they had only met twice he had liked his grandfather, and was sad that he had not had the chance to get to know him better. So, he now thought as he gazed out of the train window, he had no family at all. But at least he now had good friends in Mason and Charlotte, and he wished to get to know their other friends too. After the ball in February, he had planned to ask Mason to introduce him to these other people, whom he had both seen and heard of, but had never actually met. However, this had not yet happened, first of all because, having realised that Mason had fallen for Charlotte, he did not want to interrupt what he had assumed would be the short time the two would spend together before Charlotte returned to America. Then had come their engagement, followed by the attack on Mason, and a month after that, they had left for America, so there had been no real opportunity

The shrill noise of the train whistle jerked David back to reality, and only a few minutes later, the train stopped at Milton station. He got out, holding his small suitcase, and fortunately, given that the cold wind was picking up, he managed to find a cab almost at once. Once he was back in his small house, he lit the fire in the parlour, boiled the kettle and sat down in his armchair with a cup of hot tea. Then he looked around and said aloud, Youre like an old man, David Johnson. All by yourself here, night after night. His situation here was identical to that of his late grandfathers, seeing people during the day but all alone in the evenings. It was then that David admitted to himself that he needed companionship even more than he had realised in fact, he would go so far as to say he needed it desperately. There was to be another ball just before Christmas, and this time, he resolved, he would attend it, meet people and make new friends. He had let his life slip away from him after Toms death and now, finally, he was going to start over.

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What Glasgow says today, the rest of the world tries to pronounce tomorrow

Oh that was a lovely long chapter to set the scene for Volume V Cat. Great start!

Dogs have owners, Cats have staff!

I had to trim it down, Laura - see trying to fit a person's back story into 5 1/2 pages? Nightmare! Glad you enjoyed.


What Glasgow says today, the rest of the world tries to pronounce tomorrow

Well, I'm intrigued! Poor David, missing the first ball AND Ben and Charlotte's wedding! Please don't let anything happen to him that would keep him from the next ball.

And all those deaths! Straight from the Gaskell model! This man deserves some happiness, and we know just the author who can make it happen!

I enjoyed the back story, Cat. It was a quick reminder of what had gone on prior to this new volume if the details had become fuzzy in any way.

I chuckled at this line:

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After this, he had had to seek out the other locals who had prevented Mrs Morgans abduction and bring them to the prison to see if her abductors were among the henchmen, and also send telegraphs to colleagues in the north and also in London, from where all the villains came;

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When I read it the first time I saw only "from where all villains came" and not "the villains", and I thought, "My goodness, London is the center of all villainy!"


Good job, Cat! Looking forward to David's story unfolding!

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And all those deaths! Straight from the Gaskell model! []

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Ha, so true, though I never thought about it like that.

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This man deserves some happiness, and we know just the author who can make it happen! []

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You'll just have to wait & see. Even I'm not sure just how his story's going to go yet.

I worked out that I have nine weekends before my trip to the USA (counting this one that's just coming) & seven chapters to post - that's the best place to stop anyway, the end of one story, & when I resume after coming home, we'll start at the Christmas ball. Wow, it'll be almost October by then, & here was me thinking I'd be posting the ball at quite the wrong time of year! Well, there's one pre-Christmas chapter stuck between stories that I'll post before I go, cos we're almost at the end of November Milton time & it's an 'in-between' chapter, stuck between two different stories - a LOT is happening between now & New Year. And there's quite a few chapters set at the end of December beginning of January, so actually for the first time ever my timeline will be reasonably on track! Awesome!

Glad you enjoyed, Pat!


What Glasgow says today, the rest of the world tries to pronounce tomorrow

Woohoo!!! Another policeman to fawn over!!!

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David hated winter, he always had.

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How can you hate winter? Its only the best season ever! For one thing, you dont have any of this blasted heat! (seriously, two days in a row with a heat index of 110. I should have stayed living in the north)

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David, though quieter than his brother

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Another quiet one on our hands

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Tom had been killed while out on a raid against a gang of men who had been terrorising the area around Bombay.

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oh no!

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Then, just over a year ago, there had been a dreadful accident at the ironworks where Isaac Johnson was employed: nobody had noticed that part of the roof had been damaged by a fierce storm a week previously, and it had suddenly given way and crashed right through to the bottom floor of the building, bringing some of the walls down with it. Isaac was one of the two dozen people killed. Her eldest sons death had taken its toll on Pollys health, and when the shaken David had told her that she had lost her husband too, it had been too much for her; she had gasped, stared at David dazedly for a few seconds, and then collapsed and died of a heart attack right there at his feet.

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OMG! Poor David!

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He wanted to have friends again, people to chat and laugh and joke with. He knew it would not be easy, as it had been a few years since he had attended any parties or social events, but, as had always been his attitude to life, he was determined to try and, hopefully, to succeed.

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Im guessing youre going to make sure things turn around for him, Cat

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So, he now thought as he gazed out of the train window, he had no family at all. But at least he now had good friends in Mason and Charlotte, and he wished to get to know their other friends too. After the ball in February, he had planned to ask Mason to introduce him to these other people, whom he had both seen and heard of, but had never actually met.

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I agree he needs to meet everybody. They would welcome him with open arms (okay, so I cant really picture them doing a group hug, but you know what I mean )

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Then he looked around and said aloud, Youre like an old man, David Johnson. All by yourself here, night after night.

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*lightbulb moment for Ima* Im like that, too!!!Although, at least I occasionally have plans of a social nature.

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There was to be another ball just before Christmas, and this time, he resolved, he WOULD attend it, meet people and make new friends.

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I had an overwhelming urge to yell, You go, girl! But I figured that would be inappropriate as he is not, in fact, a girl.

Great chapter, Cat. I loved the insight into the policeman whos always been there on the sidelines. Now its time to make him a hero!




What do you mean find yourself a man? I've got Thornton, Darcy, Knightley, Wentworth

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Woohoo!!! Another policeman to fawn over!!! []

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How did I KNOW you'd say that, Ima? But they're not the same by any means. I see him as more feisty than Ben (which, let's face it, wouldn't be tremendously difficult), & they've grown up in different places. Ben's the son of a judge, a rather privileged background, & has never mixed much as we all know. David, in contrast, is the son of a factory worker & lived on the rough side of town - he knows more about real life than Ben does, esp with losing all his family. He'll speak differently too, being a Yorkshire lad - couldn't tell you exactly what the difference is between Yorkshire & Lancashire, but Ben doesn't sound that northern in the show to me, not as much as RA anyway. Basically, David's a bit of rough who's made good.

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David, though quieter than his brother

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QuietER, I said, he's not another Ben by any means. He & Tom in their younger years I see as being like Ben & Edward at the ball - Tom was the outgoing one & David was like, "This is all a bit unnerving, I'll just stick with you."

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They would welcome him with open arms [] (okay, so I cant really picture them doing a group hug, but you know what I mean [] )

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The girls would! I can see Margaret & Charlotte & the rest throwing themselves around him! What fella wouldn't like that?

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Then he looked around and said aloud, Youre like an old man, David Johnson. All by yourself here, night after night.

*lightbulb moment for Ima* Im like that, too!!!Although, at least I occasionally have plans of a social nature.

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Yeah, but the difference is, of course, we can socialise without leaving our homes, with phones, texting, internet (ta-dah), whereas he's just by himself, poor sweetie. Still, you're all quite right, I will let him make friends, & while Ben may not have been the best person to introduce you to society, he now has Charlotte, & she's perfect!


What Glasgow says today, the rest of the world tries to pronounce tomorrow

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He'll speak differently too, being a Yorkshire lad

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Like Sean Bean perhaps.


Dogs have owners, Cats have staff!

Thanks for that, Laura, I was trying to think of a Yorkshire-sounding actor & all I could think of was "Last of the Summer Wine"!

But he's not going to speak VERY differently from the others - a few more "lass"es & things here & there maybe, but no "Eh up, Mason, how are you?" or anything!


What Glasgow says today, the rest of the world tries to pronounce tomorrow

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I see him as more feisty than Ben

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Feisty can be a good thing! and I agree that Ben would definitely not be considered Feisty!

What do you mean find yourself a man? I've got Thornton, Darcy, Knightley, Wentworth

Nor would we want him to be, eh? Charlotte's got enough feistiness for both of them.


What Glasgow says today, the rest of the world tries to pronounce tomorrow

YAY!!! I am so happy to see the start of volume V! Great opening chapter, Cat. The review of events from David's perspective was both helpful and interesting. He will be a great addition to Milton. I'm looking forward to seeing how his story unfolds!

Hey Brit, glad you enjoyed it. Yes, David will be a good addition to Milton, & now he & Ben have become chums rather than just colleagues, I think life at Milton police station will be a bit more enjoyable.


What Glasgow says today, the rest of the world tries to pronounce tomorrow

Right, moving away from David temporarily, back to people we already know & (hopefully) love. Enjoy.


Lady Ann Remington hummed happily to herself as she sat in the parlour of Remington Manor on a chilly afternoon in late November, embroidering a handkerchief, one of a set that was to be her Christmas gift to her father-in-law, Lord Francis. She planned to put his initials on each one, and also a small emblem, though she had not yet decided what. As for her husband, Edward well, Ann was beginning to hope that she had a very special present for him. It was only a small hope yet, but soon she would know for sure

At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and Fairchild, the Remingtons butler, entered. Excuse me, milady, a young woman is here and asking for Lord Edward, but I believe he is out riding is that correct?

Surprised and interested, Ann rose to her feet as she replied, Yes, but show her in, Fairchild I can entertain her for the present. As Fairchild nodded and left the room again, she wondered who the woman could be. Edward had not mentioned that he was expecting any visitors

A few moments later, Fairchild returned and announced, Mrs Hutchison, milady, before standing back and allowing the visitor to enter. Anns grey eyes widened, for the only word she could think of to describe the woman was stunning. She was a little older than Ann, and also a few inches taller; her blonde hair was in a French roll, and her cream jacket and dark green day gown were of the finest quality. In short, she was one of the loveliest women Ann had ever seen. Mrs Hutchison, she said warmly, walking towards the newcomer. I am delighted to meet you.

Lady Remington, Mrs Hutchison replied courteously, and then hesitated. Im afraid I must begin our acquaintance by asking you a favour. I have my little daughter with me, and if you do not mind, I would prefer to have her in here with me, rather than in the carriage with my maid.

But of course! Ann exclaimed in delight. I love children, and certainly your daughter and the maid cannot sit in a carriage on this cold day. Please bring your daughter in here, and Fairchild will take your maid to the kitchen where she can warm herself. And would you care for some tea?

Mrs Hutchison smiled as she answered, You are very kind, and tea would be lovely. Ann nodded at Fairchild, who bowed and said, At once, milady. He escorted Mrs Hutchison from the room, and as Ann put her embroidery into her sewing box, she wondered again just who the visitor was. The only conclusion she could reach was that she and Edward had known each other during Edwards years in London.

When Mrs Hutchison re-entered, carrying a Moses basket, Ann went over to her, and her heart melted at the sight of the little girl inside the basket, who had a small amount of hair that was the same colour as her mothers, and startlingly green eyes. Oh, shes beautiful, Ann crooned, reaching down and tickling the babys lower arm; the child promptly unclenched her tiny fist and wrapped her fingers around Anns little finger, gurgling. What is her name? Ann then asked.

Nicole, Mrs Hutchison replied with a smile. And she is almost three months old.

Nicole, murmured Ann. That is very pretty. Ah, here is tea, as Betsy, one of the maids, brought in a tea tray and set it down on the table before bobbing a curtsy and departing. As Ann poured the tea, she continued, I apologise for my husbands absence he is out riding just now, but I do not expect him to be away for much longer. May I ask how you know him?

We met often at society functions over the years oh, thank you, as Ann handed her a cup of tea. We became quite good friends. I thought him one of the best men in the capital not only a charming man, but a good listener, very easy to talk to. There were many of us who were most disappointed when he left London, but I could understand his reasons gossip can be a vicious thing. Anyway, smiling again at Ann, I was delighted when I heard that he had married. I had thought for some time that a good wife was just what he needed. And from what I have heard, you and he are a perfect match.

Ann blushed. Well, Im not sure about perfect, but we are certainly very happy together. And your husband he is not with you today?

The visitors smile faltered, and then she replied, Unfortunately, Lady Remington, my husband and I do not have the same happiness. We have been married for seven years, but well, he teaches at the University of London, and I am afraid that his research has become more important to him than me.

Ann did not know what to say for a moment. But he must still love you, she finally said, somewhat weakly. And Nicole too.

Mrs Hutchison gave a short laugh, lowering her eyes. Oh yes, he loves us, but we do not come first with him. That is where the sting is.

I I am so sorry, Ann said quietly. Mrs Hutchison shrugged. I have learned to live with it. Nicole is my life now. Then she looked back to Ann, her eyes remorseful. I beg your pardon, Lady Remington, I did not mean to say all that. I only intended to tell you that my husband is not with me. I am journeying to Newcastle, to stay with my sister for a few days. I saw that the train passed through Milton, and when I remembered Edward lived near here, I thought I would pay a visit. I know it is abominably rude to call on someone without letting them know in advance, but I only found out at the station in London, you see, so there was no time to send a letter.

Well, we do not mind at all, Ann assured her. Any friend of Edwards is a friend of mine. It must be some time since you last met.

A slight touch of colour came to Mrs Hutchisons cheeks. Almost exactly a year, actually, she answered, at a party held by one of his friends, a Mr Sinclair I expect you know him?

Yes, indeed, and I find him quite charming. He reminds me of Edward in so many ways, particularly their sense of humour. Ann briefly remembered Wills odd behaviour at the wedding of their friends, Ben Mason and Charlotte McCarthy, a fortnight ago: his characteristic humour had been lacking at times, and Edward had told her later that he had seemed a little on edge. Then she returned her attention to Mrs Hutchison as the latter replied, There are similarities, to be sure. But Im sure you will agree with me, Lady Remington, that there is no-one quite like Edward.

Ann smiled. Yes, that is very true. And please call me Ann. She saw Mrs Hutchison hesitate, and added, Really, please do. If you are on first-name terms with my husband, then why not with me?

After a moment, Mrs Hutchison returned the smile. Yes. And you must call me Jacqueline.

Jacqueline, then. Another very pretty name. Ann had always found her own name rather dull, and wished it was something more interesting or unusual. She had once mentioned this to her close friend Sarah Tremaine when they were at finishing school in Switzerland, and Sarah had laughed and asked, You mean you wish you were a Euphegenia or Hezekiah or something like that? Ann had winced at the idea, and conceded that perhaps there were worse things to be called than Ann!

Just then, she heard the back door open, quickly followed by a bang as it was closed again, and her eyes lit up. That will be Edward now. I am sure hell be so pleased to see you. Edward! she called. Then footsteps came down the corridor, and the door opened to reveal her husband, his brown hair windswept and his cheeks ruddy from exercise and the cool air. Greetings, my darling, he said affectionately. How But the words died on his lips as his eyes fell on the visitor, and he stared at her in surprised silence for a few moments.

Hello, Edward, Jacqueline said quietly. Edward did not reply, only continued to stare at her. Ann almost glared at him. Really, he may be surprised by the unexpected appearance of his old friend, but not even answering her greeting was very rude.

Jackie, Edward finally said, sounding astonished. How how did you come to be here?

Jacqueline is going to Newcastle to see her sister, Ann explained cheerfully, making a mental note to rebuke her husband for not welcoming his friend more warmly. She was passing through Milton, and decided to pay us a visit. That is her daughter, Nicole, pointing to the Moses basket.

Edwards eyes widened. You have a daughter? he asked after a minute, and Jacqueline nodded. For the first time, Edward smiled, much to Anns relief. So so you and your husband are reconciled? Jackie, thats wonderful! Didnt I tell you that things would improve between you?

I would not exactly say things have improved, Jacqueline answered slowly. But he certainly adores Nicole.

Edward had walked over to the basket, and now crouched down beside it and looked admiringly at the pretty baby. Im very pleased to meet you, Nicole, he told her, and Nicole giggled as he touched her soft cheek. Ann smiled evidently her husband could charm females of any age! She is beautiful, Jackie, Edward said with a small laugh. Who would not adore her? I am delighted for you.

Jacqueline winced. Yes, but She took a deep breath as she walked over to the basket and picked up Nicole. Edward, straightening up, gave her a smile, but she did not return it, only said quietly, I had planned to come and see you before now, Edward, but I was afraid to.

Afraid? exclaimed Ann in astonishment. But why? Because he is married? Oh, Jacqueline, you should not have felt that way as I told you, any friend of Edwards is a friend of mine, and they are welcome here at any time.

I fear that you will not feel that way about me for much longer, Jacqueline replied. Edward had straightened up, and he looked at her with slight surprise. Dont talk like that, Jackie. Ann is quite correct, you are a friend and

Edward, stop, interrupted Jacqueline. She paused, and then continued, There is no easy way to say this, but She looked down at her baby, and then raised her head, looking up into Edwards curious eyes. Nicole is your daughter.

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A new chapter! Just what I needed to cheer me up! Thanks, Cat

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one of a set that was to be her Christmas gift to her father-in-law, Lord Francis

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I forget its almost Christmas time in the story. Hard to remember when I just came in from running errands in 80-90 degree weather!

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As for her husband, Edward well, Ann was beginning to hope that she had a very special present for him. It was only a small hope yet, but soon she would know for sure

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really??!!! that would be so sweet!
At first mention, I dont know if I like the sound of this Mrs. Hutchinson. Then again, maybe I should wait until after a few sentences before I pass judgement.

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I was delighted when I heard that he had married. I had thought for some time that a good wife was just what he needed. And from what I have heard, you and he are a perfect match.

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okay, I guess shes not so bad

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A slight touch of colour came to Mrs Hutchisons cheeks. Almost exactly a year, actually, she answered, at a party held by one of his friends, a Mr Sinclair I expect you know him?

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Something about this line raised a red flag. Then I remembered Nicole is almost 3 months old. Add 9 months of pregnancy on to that, and she would have been conceived around the time of that party. Her husband does not pay much attention to her. I dont think I like where this is going. Not that I think Edward did anything, but its suspicious. Maybe Mr. Sinclair?

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Ann briefly remembered Wills odd behaviour at the wedding of their friends, Ben Mason and Charlotte McCarthy, a fortnight ago: his characteristic humour had been lacking at times, and Edward had told her later that he had seemed a little on edge.

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hmmm
Okay, not liking Edwards response to seeing her. Something is definitely up.

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evidently her husband could charm females of any age!

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Edward, stop, interrupted Jacqueline. She paused, and then continued, There is no easy way to say this, but She looked down at her baby, and then raised her head, looking up into Edwards curious eyes. Nicole is YOUR daughter.

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I KNEW something was up with her! I should have trusted my first instinct as soon as she was announced!
And Cat youre seriously leaving us with this cliffhanger?????


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It's a short chapter, isn't it - I didn't realise until I was posting it! Don't worry, the next one's longer.

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I forget its almost Christmas time in the story. Hard to remember when I just came in from running errands in 80-90 degree weather!

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I wrote these ones with a thick cardigan on, Ima - this was written during my big post-finals run last winter! It's quite funny, after this story comes a chapter called "Preparing for Christmas", which does what it says on the tin basically - & I'll be posting it in August!

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Maybe Mr. Sinclair?

Ann briefly remembered Wills odd behaviour at the wedding of their friends, Ben Mason and Charlotte McCarthy, a fortnight ago: his characteristic humour had been lacking at times, and Edward had told her later that he had seemed a little on edge.

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I will step in here & say that Will (yeah, we're on first name terms ) has NOTHING to do with this. The reason for his behaviour at the wedding will be explained all in good time.

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I should have trusted my first instinct as soon as she was announced!

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This made me giggle, Ima. You will see why in two chapters' time. Think of a fella we both know & love.

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And Cat youre seriously leaving us with this cliffhanger?????

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You've survived worse cliffhangers than this, Ima! I've only got 5 more chapters to post before the Christmas ball, & I'm not starting the ball before I leave for the USA, which is *checking calendar* seven weekends away. (Only seven! Woo! ) So they'll have to be spread out a bit.

I hope despite the protests, you enjoyed it, btw!


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Wow - only seven weeks? That's very exciting! The time will fly by before then. I remember a couple weeks ago lamenting it was a month until Captain America comes out, and suddenly it's only 2 weeks away! Must decide what I am going to wear for that.

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Of course I enjoyed it! It had everything a reader could ask for - love, humor, suspense, and a majorly shocking ending!


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Merci. Don't think the next chapter has all the same qualities, but hopefully enough to keep you wanting to read more.


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Hey, Catriona! I just read this latest and all I can say is "What a shocker!"

Like Ima, I immediately received weird vibes from this mysterious woman who has called on Edward and was hoping against hope that my hunch was wrongyet you said to wait a few chapters for a final resolution. I'm maintaining a glimmer of hope that this is a terrible misunderstanding!!

This was a very interesting and well-written chapter, Cat! Thanks, for writing and keeping us posted on the "Milton" crowd!!

Can't wait to find out the real truthI think!

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you said to wait a few chapters for a final resolution.

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There's only 4 in total, Pat, not long to wait. But put it this way: the next chapter's not going to start with Edward roaring with laughter & saying, "Haha, very funny - wow, tea, brilliant, pour me a cup, Ann, I'm parched."

Thanks, Pat!


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Wow. What a cliffhanger!

Dogs have owners, Cats have staff!

But put it this way: the next chapter's not going to start with Edward roaring with laughter & saying, "Haha, very funny - wow, tea, brilliant, pour me a cup, Ann, I'm parched." [] So this isn't going to be a dream sequence, either?

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What do you mean, "either"? I haven't done that beforehave I? I did do a dream recently, one heroine has a very vivid dream where her lover clashes with a member of her family, but I put at the beginning that it's a dream, so no "Oh, it was only a dream" thing.


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What do you mean, "either"? I haven't done that beforehave I? []

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No, you haven't. I just meant cause often TV shows - specially soaps - will have something big and dramatic and then it was only a dream. I didn't think you would do that to us, though.

What do you mean find yourself a man? I've got Thornton, Darcy, Knightley, Wentworth

Quite right, that's not my style at all. I'll stick to what happens in real life, thank you.


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AAACK!!!!!!

I had a hunch where that was going, and I am sitting here with my chin on the floor just like poor Ann! Ugh! I can only hope that Edward's "friend" is up to something underhanded and the truth will out. In the meantime, Ann and I are weeping in our tea until Sunday!!!

Maybe Saturday if you're good, Brit.


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Woohoo!!!

Oh but perhaps you should define "good?"

Hmmokay, maybe more along the lines of, "If I feel like it." But I probably will.


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Just clarifying if good means being distracted by my favorite period literature all day and ignoring the dust and laundry piling up then I'm good!

Get all your chores done over the next couple of days, Brit, & I'll be back on Saturday. Cross my heart.


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"Heigh Ho Heigh Ho it's off to work I go"

You know, if this form of motivation works, my husband might subsidize your weekly installments just to have a clean house!

Well some money wouldn't be unwelcome!


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I'm sure a clean house wouldn't be either (unwelcome, that is!) if I could just find the time!!

Alright, Brit, I promised a new chapter on Saturday & here you go! But I'd make sure I was sitting down if I was you. And maybe have some tissues too.


Time seemed to stop as Ann and Edward both stared at Jacqueline, unable to believe what they were hearing. Ann thought dazedly that this must be a very bad joke, and waited for Edward to give a short laugh and rebuke Jacqueline for her strange sense of humour. But he did no such thing, only gazed at Jacqueline, who returned his gaze steadily, and slowly the truth dawned on Ann: at some point, at least in the latter half of the previous year, Edward and Jacqueline had been lovers. She suddenly felt rather ill.

That that cannot be the case, Edward eventually said, but he spoke without conviction, unlike Jacqueline as she stated quietly, She is almost three months old, Edward. The timing fits. And you know more than anyone that Donald and I were practically estranged last winter. Nicole can only be yours. Besides, more softly, look at those eyes.

Edward turned his gaze to the baby in Jacquelines arms, and indeed, her eyes were the same olive-green colour as his own. His head was spinning. Could this little girl really be his? It could not be proven and yet, it could not be ruled out either. Does your husband know? was all he could think of to say, and Jacqueline shook her head. No, I have not told anyone what would be the point? And I do not want anything from you, Edward, I only thought it was right that you should know that you have a daughter.

Ann could not listen to any more of this conversation; blinking away tears, she turned and hurried from the room. Edward, still staring at the baby, did not even hear her go. I dont know what to say, he finally murmured.

I thought that would be your reaction, Jacqueline answered. But please understand, Edward, that if you wish to know Nicole, to see her over the years, you are more than welcome to call on us. No-one need ever know the truth, except you, me and your wife.

My wife Edward suddenly realised that that lady was no longer present. Oh, dear God Ann! He was about to make a bolt for the door, but then realised he could not simply leave Jacqueline there, and turned back. Can you postpone your trip to Newcastle, just for one night? he demanded, and Jacqueline nodded. Well, he went on, go back into Milton and get a room at where is best ah, the Hope and Anchor inn. Your driver will know where it is. If they ask for money, tell them that I will pay when I call this evening, around eight oclock. Is that alright?

Perfectly, Jacqueline replied quietly. Edward rang the bell and, when Betsy arrived, told her to fetch Mrs Hutchisons maid. He then courteously escorted Jacqueline to her carriage, where her maid, a rather nervous-looking girl called Rita, soon joined her. Edward instructed the driver to take them to the Hope and Anchor, and after the carriage had left, he went back inside, closed the front door and leaned against it, shaking. Could it really be true? Then he came back to reality. AnnHe ran back along the corridor, looking briefly into every room, but finding no sign of his wife. Where could she be?

Just as he was starting to panic, he heard a stifled sob coming from round the back of the staircase. Dashing around it, he saw Ann, staring at the floor, her eyes closed and her breath coming raggedly. She opened her eyes as she heard him approach, but did not look up at him; instead, she began to walk away. Immediately Edward grabbed her arm and turned her round to face him. Ann, you must listen to me, he said desperately. You do not know all.

I know all I need to know, Ann replied flatly, still avoiding his eyes. Go back to your child. She choked on the last word, and Edward went on quickly, They have left, and no, you do not know all you need to know. Please listen to me, you owe me that much!

His wife finally looked at him, and the pain in her grey eyes wrung his heart. Right now, Edward, I do not feel that I owe you anything. But I suppose I should hear you out, for my own sake at least. Provided, of course, that what you tell me is the absolute truth.

I have never lied to you, Edward protested, stung by her words. He glanced around, and then continued more quietly, We cannot talk here. Come back into the parlour. She silently went with him, and when they entered the parlour, she walked over to the window and stared out of it for a few moments, part of her desperate to hear what Edward had to say, part of her dreading it. Edward stood by the sofa, wondering nervously if he should begin, or wait for her to speak.

So, Ann finally said, still looking out of the window, for how long was she your mistress?

Edward drew a deep breath. She was not my mistress. We were intimate only once, at Sinclairs Christmas party last year. She was upset about her husbands lack of interest in her, and I was depressed because of the reports circulating about me

And bedding a married woman was the perfect way to lift your spirits and prove such reports untrue, was it? demanded Ann, turning round to face him, her eyes as sharp as flint.

Edward flinched, but continued steadily, We were both miserable and we had also had too much alcohol, and one thing led to another. It did not mean a thing we both regretted it immediately afterwards. She loves her husband, which is why his ignoring her made her so upset.

Well, its a little late for regret now, isnt it, Ann snapped. Something permanent has come of your drunken liaison.

We do not know that Nicole is my daughter, Edward replied quietly. I personally doubt it very much. From what I have heard about parenthood, a father feels an instant bond with his child, and I felt nothing of the sort for Nicole when I saw her.

Oh, feelings, Ann scoffed. If you had had any proper feelings at all, you would not have taken that woman to your bed in the first place!

Again her husband flinched. Ann, he began, I have never made any secret of the fact that I have sown some wild oats, and

Yes, but you made me believe that that was a long time ago! Ann cried. You never said that you were still intimate with women up until just before we met! She paused, and then ended coolly, Perhaps those stories about you were closer to the mark than I ever realised.

Edward stumbled back as though she had slapped him, the colour draining from his face. You do not really believe that, he whispered, more for his own benefit than for hers. You have had a shock and amazingly enough, his temper rising, so have I! Has it occurred to you that I was not expecting this any more than you were?

Well, maybe that will teach you a lesson you should have learned long ago, snapped Ann. You might have many more illegitimate children in London, why do you not go there and call on every woman you have ever been intimate with or would that take rather a lot of time?

Edward could not take any more of this, and he walked over to her, grabbed her arms and pulled her roughly against him, his eyes flashing as they bore into hers. You stop talking to me like that, do you hear? You do not mean any of it, you are simply lashing out, and I wont stand for it!

Deep down, Ann knew that she was being unfair to her husband, that he was correct in saying that she was lashing out at him, but somehow she couldnt help it. Tears welled up in her eyes, and Edward raised his hands to her face and murmured, Oh, Ann, before lowering his head and kissing her. Ann closed her eyes and leaned into him, but after only a few seconds, a vision of Edward and Jacqueline in each others arms came into her mind, and, summoning all her strength, she pulled away from him. Dont, she whispered, turning her back on him again and wiping the tears from her eyes. I I cant. Not now.

Ann, Edward said hoarsely, I want you to knowI may have had physical relations before, but I have never made love to anyone but you.

Anns colour deepened, and she snapped, Dont be so vulgar. Then she swallowed hard before asking in a shaky voice, What do you intend to do about the child? Did did she ask you for money? She could not bear to utter Jacquelines name.

No; she said directly that she wanted nothing from me, she just wanted me to know that I had a daughter and that I could be part of her life if I wished. That is, I could see her from time to time, but no-one would ever know that I am her real father if, indeed, that is the case.

How could it not be? Ann asked dully. Everything she said was correct. And those eyes

Dear God, Ann, there are hundreds of people out there with green eyes, Edward interrupted impatiently. The fact that Nicole and I have the same eye colour is not proof that I am her father!

But you cannot prove that you are not, Ann reminded him, and his shoulders slumped. No, he admitted, lowering his eyes. I cannot.

So what do you intend to do? Ann repeated. Do do you want to be part of her life?

Edward sighed as he sat down in a chair. I do not know yet. I simply cannot believe that she is my child. But as you say, there is a possibility that she IS, and if that is so, I feel I should know her. He ran a distracted hand through his hair. I cannot think straight just now. I sent Jacqueline to the Hope and Anchor, and I will visit her later to discuss the situation.

What? Ann gasped, spinning round. Do you mean that you asked her to stay in Milton? She suddenly felt very cold. Was this really all about baby Nicole? Or could Jacqueline herself be involved?

I need time, Ann, Edward said wearily. I will think about this over the afternoon, and then go to Jacqueline tonight to discuss what would be best.

Best for whom, exactly? demanded Ann. The baby or you?

What do you mean by that? Edward asked, looking up at her in confusion. Then he realised her meaning, and his eyes darkened. Youre being cruel again, Ann, not to mention immature. I have already told you that I have never had any romantic feelings for Jacqueline, and neither has she for me. And you know very well that a man does not have to feel that way about a lady to be intimate with her.

Ann did know this, but she could not stop herself from snapping, Well, if I didnt before, I certainly do now! And just how long will she be staying here? Do you plan to go and see her whenever you become bored with me?

Stop! Edward shouted, jumping to his feet and glaring at her. Stop this at once! You have no reason to say such things! I have not betrayed you or done you wrong in any way, so stop acting as though I have! All this happened before I even met you, much less married you! He broke off, and they stared at each other for a moment. Then Edward went on more quietly, This conversation is doing more harm than good. I am going out for a walk, and given what you think of me at the moment, Im sure it will please you to know that I do not intend to return for some time. I will be back for dinner, and then I will go into Milton and see Jackie at eight. He turned to leave, but was stopped by Ann saying harshly, If anyone finds out that youve been visiting a whore, well all be dragged down.

Edward slowly turned around, his eyes glinting like green steel. Now who is being vulgar? he asked coldly. And dont you dare call Jackie a whore. She is no such thing, and if I hear you saying such a thing again, I will slap you.

Oh, what a gentleman you are, sneered Ann. Bedding married women who are neglected by their husbands and now threatening your wife. You must be so proud of yourself.

Edwards face hardened. Im leaving before one of us says or does something we will really regret, he stated icily, and then turned and left the room, slamming the door hard behind him. Ann stood there for a few moments, breathing heavily, then her shaking legs gave way beneath her and she dropped onto the sofa, buried her face in her hands and wept. She had never imagined that she could be so cruel, so malicious, especially to the man she loved with all her heart. But the thought of him lying with another woman the thought of him having a child with another woman made her feel angry, hurt and incredibly jealous. She and Edward had had six months of blissfully happy marriage, and now it was though a serpent had entered their Eden and destroyed it forever. Whatever Edward decided to do regarding that woman and the baby, their marriage would never be the same again.

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blur Ann could never recall what she had done during that time. At six oclock, half an hour before dinner, she summoned Fairchild and asked him to tell Lord Edward that she had a headache and would take her meal in her room. Edward, on receiving the message, knew that she was avoiding him, and his heart ached, both for her and for himself. He had been unable to reach a decision about Jacqueline and Nicole during his long walk around the grounds of Remington Manor and the surrounding countryside, and he barely touched his food as he sat alone in the dining room, his mind still fully occupied with trying to think of what was best to do. Anns words echoed in his head: Best for whom, exactly? The baby or you? Edward simply did not know. He did not believe he could ever have any paternal feelings for Nicole, sweet as she was, and she already had a loving father in Professor Hutchison. However, the idea of knowing he had a daughter and never seeing herno, he didnt like that at all. But Ann was his wife his life. If he decided to form a relationship with Nicole, would he lose Anns love? He shuddered at the thought.

When the time came for Edward to set off for Milton, he still had not come to a decision he would have to talk to Jacqueline some more first. As he stood in the front hall and accepted his hat and coat from Fairchild, a hollow voice said, Edward Both men looked up and saw Ann leaning over the banister. Her face was pale apart from the redness around her eyes. Fairchild murmured something about seeing that the carriage was ready, opened the front door and slipped outside.

Edward, Ann whispered again, dont go. Please dont go. She did not know why she was bothering to make this request, because of course he was going to go he had to. Edward held her gaze for a few seconds, and turned and walked out of the door without a word. Ann sagged against the banister for a moment, and then straightened up as she heard Betsy coming along the corridor towards her. If you please, milady, the maid said politely, Mrs Axelby says do you still want a bath this evening?

No, thank you, Betsy, Ann replied faintly. I feel a little unwell I think I will turn in early tonight. She retired a short time later, but could not sleep for wondering what Edward and Jacqueline were discussing, what her husband had decided about Nicole. The clock had just struck ten when she heard Edward return, and as she heard him come upstairs, she rolled over so that she had her back to the door and to him. She did not want to look at his face as he told her his decision, because she knew what it would be: he wanted to know the little girl who was, in all probability, his daughter.

The door opened, and Edward entered the room. Are you feeling better? he inquired quietly, closing the door behind him. Yes, Ann replied equally quietly. There was silence for a few moments, and then, dreading the answer but desperate to know the truth, she asked, What what did you decide?

Nothing is settled, Edward stated, sounding weary, as he began to undress. I still cannot work out what to do. Jackie is going to stay on for a few more days until I come to a definite decision.

Anns heart sank. That meant he was going to form a relationship with Nicole she knew it. And suddenly, she felt a desperate need for him to take her in his arms and convince her that she really was the only woman to whom he had ever made love. A few minutes later, he turned down the gas lamp and she heard him approach the bed; she trembled as she felt him climb in beside her, and waited with breathless anticipation for his touch. But it did not come. Edward simply whispered, Goodnight, Ann, before turning on his side, away from her, and settling down to sleep.

It was the very first time, apart from during her monthlies, that he had not made love to her when they had retired for the nightand it was the time when she had most needed him to. Silent tears rolled down Anns cheeks. She had felt rejected before in her life, mainly by her father, who had shown her little affection, especially after her mothers death, but never had she felt it more keenly than now.

Her marriage, as she knew it, was over.

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Ann could not listen to any more of this conversation; blinking away tears, she turned and hurried from the room. Edward, still staring at the baby, did not even hear her go. I dont know what to say, he finally murmured.

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Oh my. Poor Ann. I feel heartbroken for her.

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And bedding a married woman was the perfect way to lift your spirits and prove such reports untrue, was it? demanded Ann, turning round to face him, her eyes as sharp as flint.

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Good point, Ann.

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She paused, and then ended coolly, Perhaps those stories about you were closer to the mark than I ever realised.

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Well, maybe that will teach you a lesson you should have learned long ago, snapped Ann. You might have many more illegitimate children in London, why do you not go there and call on every woman you have ever been intimate with or would that take rather a lot of time?

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Edward, Ann whispered again, dont go. PLEASE dont go. She did not know why she was bothering to make this request, because of course he was going to go he HAD to. Edward held her gaze for a few seconds, and turned and walked out of the door without a word.

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It was the very first time, apart from during her monthlies, that he had not made love to her when they had retired for the nightand it was the time when she had most needed him to. Silent tears rolled down Anns cheeks. She had felt rejected before in her life, mainly by her father, who had shown her little affection, especially after her mothers death, but never had she felt it more keenly than now.

Her marriage, as she knew it, was over.

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NO! They need to work this out. They HAVE to.

Beautifully written chapter, Cat. So heartbreaking and poignant. Now Im all depressed.


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Beautifully written chapter, Cat. So heartbreaking and poignant. Now Im all depressed.

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Oh great. I feel guilty now.

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Although this entire scene is a bit painful to read, I must say you have some great lines in here, Cat.

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It was fun to write - I just put in everything I could think she would possibly fling at him about this. (Well, ALMOST everything, there were some things that came to mind that I doubted a well-bred 19th century lady would say, even in her worst mood! )

Don't worry, Ima. It gets better.


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don't feel guilty! if anything it's a compliment to you as an author that you affected my emotions that much.

What do you mean find yourself a man? I've got Thornton, Darcy, Knightley, Wentworth

Okay, cool. Thanks then!

(It does get better though. Promise. Oh, & Ben shows up for a while in the next chapter, so keep that thought in mind. )


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Wow, trouble in North and South paradise. I don't know what I would do in Anne's shoes. Probably holler and accuse just like she did. Then make him promise never to drink again if that's what happens when he does.

Oh dear. What an upsetting chapter to read on a wet sunday morning. Hope things improve soon.

Dogs have owners, Cats have staff!

Thanks, Laura! And hi to you, Thomas, it's been a while!


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Alright, Brit, I promised a new chapter on Saturday & here you go! But I'd make sure I was sitting down if I was you. And maybe have some tissues too.

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Thank you, Cat!

I saw the post on Saturday, but steeled myself to wait until an uninterrupted moment to enjoy Well, that might not be the appropriate word! I am all agony to find out how this is going to be resolved! But, I have to hand it to you, Cat, what a well-written chapter! Not only all the cruelty I would fling at Edward were I Ann (yes, minus few things a well-bred 19th century lady would not utter), but the pacing and tension of the dialogue were wonderful! I can't help but hope that Jackie is up to something underhanded and our dear Edward, though apparently more the rake than he would have had us believe, will be back in Ann's favor.

Will be doing my chores and counting the days until the next installment!

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Will be doing my chores and counting the days until the next installment!

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Okay, Cinders!


What Glasgow says today, the rest of the world tries to pronounce tomorrow

The next morning, Ann woke to see her husband standing at the foot of the bed, wearing trousers and unfolding a white shirt. Good morning, she murmured with a smile, extending her arm to him. She got rather a shock when Edward turned his head and looked at her his face was completely expressionless. Only then did she remember the events of the previous day, and her heart sank as she withdrew her arm. Edward turned away from her again, and as he put on his shirt, he stated tonelessly, I will be away for most of the day.

Ann sat up. Where are you going? she asked, though she did not really need an answer. Im not entirely sure, her husband replied, quickly buttoning his shirt. But I'll spend at least some of the day with Jackie. He met her eyes. You do understand?

Ann nodded silently, and watched him as he tied his cravat and then took his coat from the hook on the door. Pater should be back from London by dinner time, he went on, so tell Mrs Axelby to make sure there is enough food for the three of us, will you? Again, Ann nodded. Edward walked to the door and opened it, looked back at her briefly, and then murmured, Goodbye, before leaving the room.

As the door closed behind him, Ann lay back on her pillows and stared up at the ceiling, feeling cold and heartsick. Her husband did not love her anymore. Whether it was because of Jacqueline and Nicole, her cruel and unfair words to him, or a combination of the two, she had lost him. Last night he had not made love to her, and just now he had spoken to her as if she was one of the servants rather than his wife, and left without even kissing her goodbye. Their marriage really was over.

Edward elected to ride into Milton rather than take the carriage. He had hardly slept a wink the previous night. He had been so aware of Ann lying beside him, and he had desperately wanted to take her in his arms, to reassure her of his undying love and be reassured of hersBut his mind had been, and still was, in such a whirlpool of confusion that he could not fully concentrate on anything else but how he was to resolve this situation not even his wife. He knew his rejection of her, both last night and this morning, had hurt her; he had seen it in her eyes when he had spoken to her so coolly before abruptly leaving her. But he also knew that had he stayed any longer with her, he would have been lost; he would have swept her back into their bed, as he did on so many mornings, and then later, he would have ridden into Milton, told Jacqueline to leave the town with Nicole and never contact him again and then, some time in the future, he would regret it, and another rift would form between him and Ann. No, it was better that he stayed away from his wife at present.

Edward left his horse, Mercury, in the care of an ostler at another of the Milton inns, the Frog and Prince, which had a stable, and walked briskly or at least, as briskly as he could, given that he was trembling along the road towards the Hope and Anchor. A voice then called, Remington! and he turned to see his good friend, Ben Mason, Chief Inspector of Milton, walking towards him. Edwards heart sank; ordinarily he enjoyed spending time with Ben, but today he was not in the mood to make small talk with anyone. However, there was no way he could ignore him, so he forced a small smile and waited for his friend to approach.

As Ben came closer to Edward, his eyes widened. There were black circles under his friends eyes, and his face was pale. Dear God, you look like death! he exclaimed in horror. Edward winced and lowered his gaze. Ben frowned slightly, and then glanced at his pocket watch. I do not have to be at the police station for another half hour. Shall we go to the Frog and Prince and have a cup of coffee? You look like you could do with it.

Edward hesitated. He knew Ben had realised that he was troubled, also that he would not push him to tell him of his problems and perhaps some time in the company of his friend would do him good. Jacqueline would probably still be having breakfast, anyway. Very well, he agreed, and they walked back to the Frog and Prince. One of the maids brought them a pot of coffee, and as Ben sat down opposite Edward, the latter suddenly said, Mason, I want no, I need to talk to you about something. I did not intend to speak of itbut now I think that if I dont discuss it with someone, my head will explode.

Now Ben became very worried whatever was bothering Edward, it was evidently more serious than he had thought. The self-confidence he had always admired in his friend now seemed to have deserted him, and he looked like a man lost. Edward then gave him a brief synopsis of the story: how Jacqueline had come to Remington Manor with little Nicole, claiming that her child was also his, the angry words exchanged by him and Ann, the distance that he could feel growing between them, and his utter confusion as to what to do.

Ben was completely stunned. But I forgive me, but I had heard that there were, um, ways of making sure such things did not happen, he said, turning red with embarrassment at displaying once again how innocent he was about the world.

There are, Edward confirmed dully. But common sense is not always foremost in the mind at times like that, especially when one is under the influence of alcohol. He stared down into his coffee cup. I didnt want this to happen, of course I didnt. I never dreamed of having children not until I married Ann, anyway. But if Nicole is my daughter well, I just cannot imagine turning her out of my life.

Do you truly believe her to be your daughter? asked Ben, and Edward frowned. Do you mean, do I suspect that Jackies husband is Nicoles real father, or that Jackie knows this and is lying to me?

Ben shrugged. I dont really know perhaps both. Butwhat does your heart tell you?

Edward sighed. My heart cannot believe it. Nicole is a very sweet baby, but I do not feel any kind of affection for her at all. Yet in all likelihood, she is my daughter. Jackies husband is rather passive when it comes to his family, though she says he does love her and Nicole. And no, I do not suspect her of lying to me. Why would she, when neither she nor Nicole will gain from it? I just wish there was some way that we could actually find out whether or not she is my daughter, he went on, sounding frustrated. Thats the worst of it. All we have is probably, though it looks more than likely: Jackie and I were intimate around the time Nicole was conceived, and Jackie claims that her husband did not touch her at all until much later.

Ben's face was almost scarlet with embarrassment now, but he asked steadily, And do you believe her?

Edwards eyes narrowed. You think shes lying to me, dont you? Why, when you do not even know her?

Ben shook his head. Im not sure, and it wouldnt be my place to say anyway. Call it instinct. But I suppose that does not mean much, look at my history: my instinct has not always been correct, with a small, wry smile. When he had fallen in love with a beautiful American, Charlotte McCarthy, back in February, he had forbidden himself to even think of winning her heart, instinctively believing that he was unworthy of her. Had it not been for several people, particularly Edward and Charlotte herself, he might have spent his life apart from her, unaware that she returned his love. But a fortnight ago, he and Charlotte had become man and wife, and the last two weeks had truly been the happiest time he had ever known.

Well, I dont see how she can really lie to me about it, Edward went on. I mean, even if she did have relations with her husband around the same time, that does not mean that I am not the father of her child. I still could be.

Do you want to be? Ben asked, and Edward winced. In all honesty, no. Jackie and I both regretted that incident almost as soon as it was over it should never have happened, especially as she is a married woman. But whats done is done, and as I said, if there is a chance that Nicole is my daughter, then I feel I should be part of her life. He looked at Ben with troubled eyes. But how can I do that if it means losing Ann?

Im sure you could never lose her, Ben said gently. Yes, she was upset yesterday, but you had both had a great shock. Shes a good woman, and I know she would understand that youd want to know your daughter, even if the child never knew who you really were.

Edward let out a short, bitter laugh. Thats the whole problem, isnt it who exactly am I as far as Nicole is concerned? I might be her father, but on the other hand, I might not. We will never know. What I do know, he continued passionately, is that Ann is my wife, and I love her more than anything in the world. I could never deliberately do anything that would hurt her. Oh God, what a bloody mess, he groaned, placing one hand over his face. Ben watched him, feeling sympathetic and also annoyed that he was completely powerless to help him.

Thats it, Edward said suddenly, rising to his feet. I must tell Jackie to leave. I just cannot do anything that would jeopardise my relationship with Ann. Ill see you another time, Mason. And before Ben could even draw breath, he was gone.

As Edward entered the Hope and Anchor inn, he greeted the manager curtly and asked for Mrs Hutchison. She is in the guest parlour, Lord Remington, with her maid and the baby, the manager answered politely, and Edward nodded. He walked more slowly towards the parlour, still not entirely certain that he was doing the right thing, but knowing that Ann came firstThe parlour door was ajar, and as he approached, he heard a voice which he recognised as that of Jacquelines maid, Rita, saying, Do you really think he believes it, maam? He looked right uncertain last night.

Of course hes uncertain there is no way of proving these things one way or the other, he heard Jacqueline answer. But hell decide in favour of Nicole, trust me. She sighed happily. I knew it would happen when I met him at Sinclairs party: he was desperate for a woman, and after a few drinks and a little sobbing act from me, it was easy. But oh, it really is a shame that there is no chance that he could be Nicoles father a rare advance from Donald put paid to that. When the doctor told me I was pregnant, I prayed that it was Edwards, but the time simply didnt fit I was already expecting when I finally managed to seduce him. Such a pity

Unable to listen to any more, Edward pushed the parlour door open so hard that it ricocheted off the wall and just missed hitting him as he stormed into the room. The two women spun around, and the look of confusion, horror and rage on the newcomers face told them that he had heard their conversation. Rita went pale, while her mistress flushed red. There was silence, and then Edward, breathing heavily, finally said in a voice that was as cold as ice, I think you owe me an explanation, Jacqueline. You, he snapped at Rita, who jumped like a startled rabbit, take the child and leave us.

Jacqueline nodded at Rita, who picked up the Moses basket in which Nicole was sleeping peacefully, and scurried from the parlour, shutting the door behind her. Then Edward turned back to Jacqueline. Well? he demanded. What is going on, apart from the fact that you have been lying to me?

Oh, Edward, Jacqueline breathed, her blue eyes shining, dont you see? I did it for us.

Edward stared at her, bemused. What the hell are you talking about?

You were always the one for me, Jacqueline continued. If Id had my way, I would never have married that that boring old fuddy-duddy, she almost spat, scowling at the floor. If it werent for my stupid parents Then she looked back at him, and her eyes and voice softened again. I always wanted you, Edward, and I know that you wanted me too. She took a few steps towards him, and there was something in her eyes that made the already confused Edward very uneasy. Jackie, he began, but she broke in with, Dont you remember how magical it was between us that night? I was so sure that you would want to see me again, as I did you, but then Her lips trembled. But then you left London, and the next thing I knew, you were married. Oh, Edward, how could you?

Edward was still staring at her, his mouth partly open. This was not the Jacqueline he had known for the last few years. The look on her face was really very alarming. Jackie, he began again, rather shakily, but she ignored him and went on, still in that dreamy voice, I was so pleased when I found out I was pregnant, that I would have your child even if I could not marry you, but then, as you probably heard, it turned out that the timing was not right I fell pregnant before you and I were intimate. But when Nicole arrived, and she had those eyes, those eyes that are so like yoursmy beloved, she breathed, continuing to walk towards him. Edward, now rather scared, backed away until he was up against the wall. I knew then, Jacqueline continued, that you and I still had a chance to be happy, that if you accepted Nicole as your own, we could be together frequently. She beamed up at him like a proud, happy child. Was it not clever of me? And now, we can never be parted

Before Edward knew what was happening, she had flung her arms around his neck, her fingers raking through his hair, her lips searching for his. He was so stunned that it was a good ten seconds before he recovered himself and roughly pushed her away from him. Youre insane, he gasped. Youve completely lost your mind! And, fury welling up in him again, you nearly destroyed my marriage! My wife hates me just now!

Oh, good! Jacqueline exclaimed, clapping her hands together in satisfaction. Then we have nothing more standing in our way. No Donald and no Ann. She beamed at him. This is our destiny, Edward. We both made mistakes, but now we can run away, be together, as we were always meant to be.

Edward looked at her for a moment in disbelief, and then said sharply, Take your child and your maid and get on the next train to London. I never want to see you again as long as I live. He stormed out, but Jacqueline followed him. Edward, she gasped, grabbing his arm, oh, Edward, you dont mean that!

Damn right I do, you madwoman! Edward barked, shaking her off. You have put me and my wife through hell, and you used that poor babe to do it! No wonder your husband keeps away from you, I would do the exact same! As he stormed out of the Hope and Anchor, his head was spinning, but strangely, it was also very clear. Nicole was definitely not his daughter, she had been part of a ruse to keep him in her mothers life. And he had to see AnnHe looked up and down the busy street, waiting for the opportunity to cross the road. He was going to fetch Mercury from the Frog and Prince and return to the manor at once to tell his wife the truth and show her how very much he loved her, how much he would always love her

Just as he reached the other side of the road, a voice behind him screeched, Edward! He turned to see Jacqueline coming out of the inn, and swore under his breath. If he was seen in town with an attractive lady who was loudly declaring her love for him dear God, the Milton gossips would have more than enough to see them through the rest of the winter. He turned his back on her again and picked up his pace, though he still could not walk overly fast due to the icy roads; he would just get back to the Frog and Prince, leap on Mercury and ride off before she caught up with him, and hopefully she would then see once and for all that her plan had failed. But when Jacqueline shrieked his name again, in a more desperate and high-pitched voice, Edward reluctantly accepted that if he did not want an embarrassing scene, he would have to speak to and reason with her though the wild, desperate expression on her face and that eerie light in her blue eyes gave him a shivery feeling that she was beyond reason. He was no physician, but she looked like a woman gone mad.

Suddenly there was a clattering of hooves and everyone in the vicinity looked round to see a cab come flying down the street, the driver desperately trying and failing to control the horse. Look out! he shouted in a panicked voice. Stand aside! The people who had been standing in the middle of the road hurried to stand on one of the pavements, and Jacqueline, finding the way suddenly clear, raced across the street, her arms outstretched to the man she loved, not seeing the horse and cab approaching her. Her delighted cry of, Edward! mingled with a yell of terror from the driver, who pulled even harder on the reins. The horses whinnied in protest but did not stop. Shrieks and exclamations of horror went up from the horrified onlookers as the horse went clattering on up the next street, dragging the cab behind it.

Edward stood as if turned to stone, gazing at the sight before him. Only seconds ago, Jacqueline had been running towards him, gazing at him with those scarily shining eyesand now, she was no more.

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What Glasgow says today, the rest of the world tries to pronounce tomorrow

I don't know what's wrong with IMDB this morning, it's taking me ages to post anything.

Anyway, great chapter Cat. Really exciting stuff. I knew that Jacqueline was a liar. What a good friend Ben is!

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Hey Cat, read this quickly yesterday while taking a break from helping my friend job hunt and moving things around in my apartment. Didn't have time to comment properly on it like I usually do, but I'll come back later and do a play-by-play

Great chapter once again, and I knew I should have trusted my first instinct about Jacqueline! When Edward was first overhearing her, my immediate thought was "what a B****!"

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