The story was different now—very, very different. Into one collar slipped the larger shaft; into the other went a small ostrich bone, very sharp and highly polished, onto which old Kharu's deadly poison had been smeared. She knew her younger son well enough to know that this woman’s tears would wrench his too-soft heart. “You wash too much.
' 'I hear you left your hut. What was she to do when Nicholas returned with his beautiful wife? (Dougless had heard so much of Lettice’s beauty that she would have hated the woman even if she knew nothing else about her. Dougless couldn’t prevent the gasp that escaped her, for she knew that her engagement ring was being fastened about Gloria’s chubby wrist. No! he told himself, looking into her eyes, falling into them.
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