The Coal Baron's Bargain
The Coal Baron's Bargain The whistle blew at half-past five, a shrill thing that cut through the Lancashire fog like a blade. Eleanor Whitfield stood at the factory gates with three hundred other women, their faces grey with cotton dust and their hands raw from twelve hours at the looms. She counted the faces she knew and found one missing—Tommy Briggs, who shared her room in the tenement on...
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