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“What do you mean?”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Bad Apple

“going to take a long time to heal,”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Ribbon Weaver

“the school is working on a skeleton staff. Almost all the male teachers have joined up.’ Briony’s mind was reeling as she tried to take it all in. It was a shock to discover that she had grandparents and an uncle that she had never known existed – let alone that she might now be expected to go and live with them. She had supposed that her grandparents were dead. ‘But why didn’t you tell me all this before?’ she asked as things began to flash into her mind. The letters that had recently arrived and which her mother had hastily shoved into her pocket to open when she was alone. They must have been from her grandfather.”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Soldier's Daughter

“off,”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Little Angel

“couldn’t hurt him, and yet . . . Crossing to the sink, he lifted the keys from the draining board, and of their own volition, his feet began to move towards the”
― Rosie Goodwin, Moonlight and Ashes

“as she struggled with her emotions. The maternal side of her wanted to berate Grace for”
― Rosie Goodwin, Dancing Till Midnight

“Fay could”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Misfit

“Oh,”
― Rosie Goodwin, Mothering Sunday

“at regular”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Little Angel

“She was almost home when a fox suddenly shot from the bushes and ran across the lane in front of her, so close that she might have reached out and touched him. Maria’s heart leaped into her mouth and she had to pause to compose herself before hurrying on. It was the first time in her whole life that she had ever been out so late on her own, and it was not an experience she was enjoying. Thinking about it now, she thought how unlikely it was that she should find herself in this position, for her father was very strict and allowed her no freedom at all. But then he had no hold over her whilst she was working, and it was in her short lunch-breaks that the love affair between herself and Lennie had blossomed”
― Rosie Goodwin, A Mother's Shame

“having twins she could hardly wait”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Lost Soul

“Seeing her approach, the pie man gave her a friendly wave. ‘Where’s your mate today, then?’ he shouted pleasantly. ‘Indoors with a nasty cough,’ Sassy told him, and after exchanging a few words she moved on. Somehow, without Clara there to share them, the faggots and peas didn’t hold the same appeal. Taking the list from her pocket, she smiled to herself. Clara would never be classed as a scholar, judging by the many spelling mistakes. Soon Sassy’s basket was full of her purchases and, deciding that there was nothing to be gained by lingering, she headed home. When she finally turned into Tuttle Hill, all the while moving the heavy basket from one arm to the other, she was feeling more than a little deflated. Without Clara’s cheerful gossip she hadn’t enjoyed the outing nearly as much as usual. It was then that a sudden movement in the spinney to the side of the lane caught her eye. Setting down the heavy basket, she stopped to rest for a while and saw Thomas, Ellie and Jez suddenly emerge from the trees.”
― Rosie Goodwin, A Rose Among Thorns

“would have to support Jo and”
― Rosie Goodwin, Moonlight and Ashes

“herself together and exclaimed, ‘Then I must have been right,”
― Rosie Goodwin, Moonlight and Ashes

“injured her ankle during the first week of physical training so that had been the end of her WAAF career. Now Susan extricated her arm from the blanket and glanced at her wristwatch. ‘The NAAFI should be open any time now for some cocoa and supper,’ she commented as Livvy rose to throw some more wood onto the stove that stood in the middle of the room. It was a temperamental thing, often throwing out more smoke than heat. ‘Ouch!’ Livvy cried as she opened the door and it spat at her. ‘I swear this ruddy thing waits for me to do that!’ She hastily threw the log she was holding in and slammed the door shut, causing smoke to billow into the hut and make them all cough. Amanda quickly took out her compact and applied lipstick and powder to her nose, then fluffing her hair up she asked, ‘So who’s coming then?’ As they had all discovered, Amanda hated being seen without her make-up, whereas the rest of them were usually bundled up in layers of clothing just intent on keeping as warm as they could with no thought to how they looked. They all rose and when Nell opened the door a gust of snow blew in at them. ‘Ugh! Bloody weather,’ Susan grumbled as they stepped out into the raging blizzard. ‘Perhaps we should have put the kettle on the stove and made our own drinks tonight!’ ‘Ah, but some of those handsome RAF chaps could be in,’ Amanda pointed out. The RAF base was not far from theirs and when the pilots weren’t flying they often used the NAAFI for a meal. Susan and Livvy exchanged an amused glance, then, heads bent, they picked their way through the deepening snow and just for a moment Livvy thought of the warm, cosy little kitchen back at the lodge. In the very kitchen that Livvy was thinking of, Sunday was just opening the door to John, who had popped in to check that all was well. Their relationship had undergone a subtle change since he had made the unexpected proposal. For a time, they had lost their easy relationship and she had felt slightly embarrassed when in his company and had stopped visiting Treetops as frequently as she had previously. But since the departure of Giles and Livvy they were becoming closer again, finding comfort in each other’s company. ‘How are you all?’ he asked as Sunday quickly closed the door behind him and he stamped the snow from his boots. Already his coat was beginning to steam in the warm atmosphere, and she smiled as she ushered him to the fireside chair and hurried off to set the kettle on the range. ‘We’re fine. Kathy is upstairs getting the twins to sleep.’ Without asking she spooned tea leaves into the pot from the caddy and lifted down two cups”
― Rosie Goodwin, Time to Say Goodbye

“and”
― Rosie Goodwin, Time to Say Goodbye

“Once there, she reached under the cushion of the rocking chair and removed a bottle of gin from which she took a large gulp. There were bottles of the stuff hidden all about the room, but she was careful never to drink it while Susie was about. She sat for a time seething with rage. But eventually, as the gin worked its magic, she began to calm down. This was turning out to be the best”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Winter Promise

“there was no going back. ‘I’m so, so sorry,’ he muttered sheepishly. Then: ‘Look, Maddy, I’d better go and collect the car, eh?’ And looking utterly wretched, he turned and shuffled from the room. Maddy had more spirit in her little finger”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Lost Soul

“Returning to her seat, she”
― Rosie Goodwin, Yesterday's Shadows

“rain was holding off and Sassy”
― Rosie Goodwin, A Rose Among Thorns

“She glanced along the deserted streets. He could be waiting somewhere to leap out”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Misfit

“remember”
― Rosie Goodwin, Rosie Goodwin Omnibus: The Bad Apple, No One's Girl, Dancing Till Midnight

“patiently”
― Rosie Goodwin, A Mother's Shame

“little toddler.”
― Rosie Goodwin, A Rose Among Thorns

“door, waited then let herself in, and instantly she saw that her employer was fast asleep, propped up against the pillows in her bed. But this was Mrs Spooner as she had never seen her before. The old lady’s wig was discarded on the dressing table, and with her wispy grey hair floating about her head and without her heavy layers of paint and powder she looked suddenly very old and fragile. Sunday had often helped her to undress but Biddy had always insisted on having complete privacy afterwards, seeing to the rest of her toilette herself. Now the girl saw why. Mrs Spooner was understandably reluctant to let anyone see her like this, so not wishing to upset her she quickly turned about and tiptoed from the room. The incident did bring home to Sunday, however, that Mrs Spooner might be even older than she had thought and she found herself wondering what would happen to herself, Nell and Mickey if their beloved employer should die. But then, feeling utterly selfish and guilty for having such thoughts, she let herself into her room, revelling in the sheer luxury of it. For now, she was just going to enjoy herself. The future would see to itself. Chapter Forty The following morning after Sunday had helped Mrs Spooner to get dressed in yet another outrageous gown, mint-green this time, and enjoying a hearty breakfast in the hotel dining room the three of them set off on a sightseeing tour of London in a horse-drawn carriage.”
― Rosie Goodwin, Mothering Sunday

“horror.”
― Rosie Goodwin, A Precious Gift

“drunken”
― Rosie Goodwin, Our Dear Daisy

“in the”
― Rosie Goodwin, Dilly's Hope

“When”
― Rosie Goodwin, A Season for Hope

“time later. ‘If you wouldn’t mind staying with”
― Rosie Goodwin, The Mill Girl