“Why did you want us to meet all the way up here?” Millie asked him.  “Are you afraid that someone will see us?”

“What do you want?” he asked impatiently.

She looked at him.  He was a handsome devil with hair black as a raven. Tall, well built, dressed in his fine clothes.  How she hated his kind.  They thought they were better than everyone else.  High and mighty the lot of them.  She thought he would be different but he was like the rest of them.  Charming at first and then after he had his way with her, he treated her like she was dirt.  So, she wasn’t a lady and she was poor but she was a decent sort of girl and hardworking.

At seventeen, she was raising her siblings.  Their mother died from pneumonia four years ago and their father died from a heart attack a year ago.  Her brothers worked in the mines while she and her sister worked in the factory as seamstresses but she was decent sort of girl.  She had her pride too.   “I’m going to have a bairn,” she told him now.

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