![]() ![]() ![]() Dahl sat back in a rickety chair across from her. After drawn-out moments listening to her breathe and asking questions about her symptoms, Dr. She sat in the silence of her one-room tenement, waiting to hear her fate. She needed to know if that was where she was headed. ![]() The cough sounded as theirs had early on. Her wheezing, difficult breaths sounded like Jenny’s had, and like Mary Elizabeth’s and countless other women’s she’d worked with for long years in the cotton mill. She’d pinched together what money she could to bring in a doctor, desperate for answers she dreaded hearing. There was little to spare for doctors or medicines or being too sick to work. She’d a son to raise with hardly a penny to her name. Maura O’Connor was nearly as poor as possible and was quickly growing as ill. In New York City, only the wealthy could afford to truly live, and only the wealthy could truly afford to die. The characters, names, incidents, places, and dialogue are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.Ĭover design by Mirror Press, LLC, and Rachael AndersonĬover image © Sandra Cunningham / Trevillion Images No part of this book may be reproduced in any form whatsoever without prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief passages embodied in critical reviews and articles. EdenĬhapter Two | Hope Springs, Wyoming Territoryįor more Hope Springs novels, click on the covers:Īll rights reserved. Long Journey Home | A Hope Springs Novel | Sarah M. ![]()
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