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Books by Barbara Taylor Bradford
About the Publisher
Family Tree (Emma Harte)
‘I speak the truth, not so much as I
would, but as much as I dare; and
I dare a little more, as I grow older.’
MONTAIGNE
Emma Harte was almost eighty years old.
She did not look it, for she had always carried her years lightly. Certainly Emma felt like a much younger woman as she sat at her desk in the upstairs parlour of Pennistone Royal on this bright April morning of 1969.
Her posture was erect in the chair, and her alert green eyes, wise and shrewd under the wrinkled lids, missed nothing. The burnished red-gold hair had turned to shining silver long ago, but it was impeccably coiffed in the
