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Another Man’s Child. Anne Bennett
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isbn 9780007383276
Автор произведения Anne Bennett
Издательство HarperCollins
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
A Paperback Original 2015
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Copyright © Anne Bennett 2015
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2015
Cover photographs © Gordon Crabb (woman and baby); Birmingham Museum Trust (street scene)
Anne Bennett asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
Cottage photograph © Martin Logue
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780007359271
Ebook Edition © November 2015 ISBN: 9780007383276
Version: 2017-09-08
I dedicate this book to my cousins, Martin Logue of Redditch in the West Midlands, and Michael Mulligan from Dublin, with all my love and best wishes.
Table of Contents
It was Norah Mulligan walking alongside her sister, Celia, who noticed Andy McCadden first. It was the first Saturday in March and the first Fair Day of 1920 in Donegal Town.
It was a fine day, but March living up to its name of coming in like a lion, meant it was blustery and cold enough for the girls to be glad they were so warmly clad. They were still wearing winter-weight dresses, Celia’s in