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IT was a fine, windy day in September, and Rosalind Aston had an odd feeling that she was in love. The emotion was new, and she could not be sure, but she luxuriated in it as she walked towards the ha

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

IT was a typical August weather in Dover. Warm, but a stiff breeze and an overcast sky. Mabel Milsted had her job to do and she was unwilling that her son should get in the way. But Johnnie Milsted wa

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YOU don’t even speak to him. I don’t understand why we have to go.” Mia was being difficult again. Eliza glanced at her daughter’s pouting face in the rear view mirror, and her slight crow’s feet deep

HENRY MERRYWEATHER!” Sarah called out to the boy. Her voice sounded liquid and high in the autumn morning air. Henry stopped and turned and Sarah realised, looking at his tall broad figure, that he wa