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Tha know where thy are we' ferrets. Ya never know where ya are we' lasses

Yorkshire had none of the color I'd known in Cape Town- the vivid pinks and purples of the freesias and arum lilies in the flower sellers' baskets. Yorkshire had none of the fragrant floral perfume, or the tang of salt in the air from the ocean.

The boy with the haunted eyes was Dory's secret. Eli. And she knew that she had to see him again.

There's a bit of a local legend about a jet heart that has turned up over the years," Flynn said. "Any time it turns up, strange things happen.

A black pendant in the shape of a heart lay in her hand. It was carved with roses and strung onto a velvet cord.