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father for the child, some fool to take care of you, and I dare say you reckon our John will come home a rich man. Well, I’m on to you, lady! And I will not let my John take the blame for what some other man’s done. You’re a shameful little hussy, and John is best rid of yer.’

      She took a step forward. ‘If you’ve come to find comfort here, I can tell yer now, you’ll get none! So be off with yer, and yer bastard child, afore I tek it on meself to throw you out!’

      Sensing the troubled atmosphere, and frightened by the woman’s anger, little Cathleen began to wail.

      Shocked to the core by Lizzie’s vicious outburst, and especially shaken by her belief that Danny was Cathleen’s father, Emily picked up the crying toddler, wrapped her in the shawl, and took her leave.

      In the circumstances, it was all she could do.

      As Emily and the child disappeared over the snow-covered brow of the hill, Lizzie moved away from the window and for a time just stood there, her head bowed into her hands and her whole body shaking.

      A moment later, she had dropped into the chair and was sobbing aloud. It had been a bad thing she’d done in throwing mother and child out into the cold like that. Such harsh behaviour went against her nature.

      But as far as she could tell, Emily had given her no choice.

       Chapter 5

      STRIDING ALONG THE ship’s deck, John made a handsome figure. Taller than when he had first joined the Merchant Navy, he had filled out to become a man of substance. His dark hair was longer; his skin browned by the changing of seasons in the two years and more that he had travelled the high seas. Now, back in Liverpool docks, with money in his pocket and a considerable sum put by, he showed a confidence that had grown with every pay-packet.

      ‘Where might you be off to, looking so full of yourself?’ Leaning over the railings, the fat, bearded Captain puffed on his pipe and gave John a wink. ‘From the look on your face, I’d say there was a woman involved somewhere along the way?’ He gave another, cheekier wink. ‘Is she worth it? That’s what you need to ask yourself.’

      John’s rich blue eyes lit up. ‘Oh, she’s worth it all right, sir,’ he answered happily. ‘And I can’t wait to see her again.’ To hold Emily in his arms and to see her face when he showed her the cache of hard-earned money that would rid her of Clem Jackson forever – it was all he had dreamed of these past two years and more. A shadow crossed his mind as he wondered why he had never received any replies to his letters; he shivered, and it disappeared.

      ‘Well, I for one am sorry to see you go, young fella, and that’s a fact. You’re a better worker than most, and you don’t cause trouble. That’s the kind of a man I like on my ship.’

      John thanked him. ‘I’m not a natural sailor,’ he admitted. ‘I prefer the solid earth beneath my feet.’

      ‘Maybe you do, son. But the earth can give way beneath your feet as well as any ship. You take it from me.’ The Captain had lived a long time and learned many things that made him thankful to live out his life in the middle of the oceans. ‘Besides, on board a ship you come to know your enemies. I can’t say the same for the big wide world, where you never know who’s creeping up on you – or from which direction.’

      ‘I dare say you’re right.’ During his time aboard, John had come to like and respect this old tar. ‘But I’m willing to take my chances.’

      ‘Hmh! She really must be worth it then.’

      ‘She is.’

      ‘Best o’ luck then, son.’

      ‘Thank you, sir, and the same to you.’ Eager now to be gone, John bade the Captain goodbye. ‘I’d best be on my way. I’ve a considerable journey to make yet.’ That particular journey was long overdue, and he was desperately impatient to see Emily.

      Sucking on his old pipe, the Captain joked, ‘A few days with your little woman, and you’ll be ready for off again.’

      John shook his head. ‘Sorry, but I’ll be staying put this time round.’

      The Captain pondered on that. ‘Oh, but that’s what they all say, and they always come back, for one reason or another.’ He gave another of his cheeky winks. ‘I’ve an idea you’ll be coming with us next time round. And don’t forget, I always like to turn around inside a month, so I hope to be away by the first week in April. I’d like to take you with me. What d’you say?’

      ‘Nothing doing, Captain,’ John assured him. ‘You see, I’ve a wedding to go to.’

      ‘A wedding, eh? Still, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind seeing you off for a while, especially if I up your wages?’

      John thanked him, but, ‘No offence, sir, but I wouldn’t care if I never saw a ship’s deck again. I’m happiest with my two feet on dry land, the rabbits in my sights, and the sound of birdsong in my ears.’

      The Captain laughed. ‘A country lad at heart, more’s the pity.’

      Smiling up at him, John doffed his seaman’s cap, which he then threw into the air, laughing aloud as it splashed into the sea. ‘Thanks for everything,’ he called, quickening his steps. ‘Fair weather and good luck to you and your ship.’

      Behind him, the Captain waved. ‘We’ll still be here if you change your mind!’ he called. But John was already out of earshot, running like the wind along the quayside and his heart tapping out a dance inside his chest. ‘I’m home, Emily!’ he murmured. ‘I’ve come back for you. Just like I promised.’

      First stop was the quayside barber’s for a shave. After that a visit to the local tailor’s for a new set of clothes.

      ‘My shoes will have to do,’ John told the lanky assistant, ‘but I’ll need everything else from top to bottom.’ He didn’t intend going back to Emily looking like some tramp off the streets. ‘I don’t want to be spending all my savings on clothes,’ he warned, ‘but I’ll not be wanting rubbish neither.’

      The assistant gave him a thin smile. ‘Follow me, sir. I’ll have you fixed up in no time at all.’ He led John to the back shelves, where a multitude of shirts, collars and cravats were all arranged in neat piles. ‘You’ll not find better anywhere,’ he declared with pride. ‘What size are you, sir?’

      He then swept his arm to encompass another wall where hung a selection of jackets in every size and shape. ‘Try them on,’ he suggested. ‘You’re bound to find one to fit. The mirror is there, on the wall.’ Pointing to the four large drawers beneath the shelves, he added, ‘I shall find whatever else you need in those drawers there.’

      With that he produced his measuring tape with a flourish and gazed critically at John’s garments.

      It wasn’t long before John was holding a parcel, neatly wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, knotted into a helpful little handle so he could carry it easily. He paid with a large, white £5 note and left the shop with a spring in his step.

      Next stop was the local inn, for a well-earned drink to cool his throat, and a bath to take away the smell of the last couple of weeks at sea.

      ‘Will you be wanting one towel or two?’ The landlord of the Sailor’s Rest Hotel was of the same ilk as the old captain; ruddy of feature and round of belly, with a pipe in his mouth and a full beard just like the King’s.

      ‘How big are your towels?’

      The landlord looked him over, thinking what a fine body of a man he was. ‘Big enough, I reckon.’

      ‘In that case one should do,’ John replied heartily.

      Reaching under the counter, the landlord drew out a towel and suggested, ‘Take a look, pal. You’ll maybe