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- Herausgeber: S&P Publishing
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Beginning with a journey upon the fated RMS Titanic to New York and then India, Lady Mountford embarks on a most exciting mission… …an operation to right the wrongs of her father. With the help of Ernest, Dorothy has decided the pain her father had caused needs rectifying. This endeavour takes immense courage from the young Lady, strategic planning, and many miles of travel. Follow Dorothy on this adventure as she attempts to shed her upbringing and standing in society for the sake of freedom.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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The Freedom Diamond
Tracie Podger
Contents
Copyright
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
About the Author
Books by Tracie Podger
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Copyright 2018 © Tracie Podger
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents, either, are products of the author’s imagination or they are used factiously. Any reference to actual locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form, or by any electronic, or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, to include, by not exclusive to audio or visual recordings of any description without permission from the copyright owner.
Acknowledgments
A huge thank you to Margreet Asselbergs from Ripe For Reader for another wonderful cover. Margreet has certainly outdone herself with this one. That window is a little nod to a porthole on the Titanic ;)
To my team – thank you! Awesome Alison Parkins (my PA), Elaine Turner, Louise Hands, Lousie White, Kerry-Ann Bell, Fran Brisland, Jodie Scott, Marina Marinova, Karen Atkinson Lingham, and Ann Batty – you ladies rock!
I’d like to give another thanks to my editor, Karen Hrdlicka, and my proofreader, Joanne Thompson.
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1
My name is Dorothy Mountford, the year was nineteen hundred and twelve and I was about to embark on the great ship, Titanic. I was exceptionally fortunate that, at only twenty years old, I travelled alone and in first class. I thought I might pretend to be a married woman, of course. It really wasn’t the done thing for a woman to travel so far without a chaperone. I refused my father’s offer, or perhaps it was his version of insistence, of taking staff with me, and with good reason. I despised my father, he just didn’t realise that.
My family spent months trying to dissuade me from this adventure. Thankfully, they were unsuccessful. I shall continue my travels, writing my journals, and experiencing a life many could only dream about.
This journey, however, was a particularly special one.
“You have them both, don’t you?” Ernest asked.
I sighed and patted his cheek. “My darling, you need to stop worrying so much. I have them both, secured in my luggage.”
Ernest was anxious that I’d take great care of the two ceramic figurines. I thought them quite hideous to be honest, but he’d made them, and I would, indeed, take great care of them.
“And you know what to do when you arrive?” he asked.
I was tempted to sigh, yet again, and perhaps pat the other cheek.
“Ernest, I’m not sure how many times we have been over this plan. I know what to do when I arrive. You’ve no need to continue to worry, it’s all perfectly mapped out, up here,” I said, pointing to my head.
I shivered as the evening drew in. The air was damp from an earlier storm and Southampton wasn’t perhaps the most pleasant of places for our meet. However, Ernest had insisted on the secrecy, even though we were far from prying eyes.
“Shall we take a walk? It’s becoming chilly,” I asked.
Arm in arm, we walked back to where I was to stay for the evening. Ernest seemed particularly on edge, more so than normal.
“You’ve sorted your passage?” I asked.
“Yes, within a week or so, I’ll join you.”
“And you have enough funds, Ernest?” I asked, knowing he wasn’t comfortable with talking about money.
“I do, now, how has your day been?” he answered, changing the subject completely.
We chatted as he walked me to a wonderful little boarding house I’d found. I could stay in a hotel, but I liked the anonymity it offered. I’d used a false name, of course. There was no reason for anyone to know who I was; my family name often preceded me.
Lord Mountford wasn’t a particularly well-liked individual in the business world, nor the political one he so often frequented. Many times I would disassociate myself from my father, and I suspected a complete disownment would follow at some point. For Ernest’s and my plan to work, I needed to keep my father on my side for a little longer, even if it galled me to do so.
I hugged Ernest, despite the stiffness in his body. He may have fallen, or been forced, from grace but he was still full of manners. Hugging a lady in a street wasn’t appropriate in his mind. I didn’t care; perhaps that was my downfall. I hitched the folds of my skirt, noticing how dirty the hem had become and walked the steps to the front door.
