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Show Page 152 sank to the ground, wearied by his antics. Twig moved behind Walter as Rose stepped out of the woods. No doubt she had been lurking there watching all and waiting to see what would become of her poor, demented husband. She walked over to where Edward sat and prodded him with her bare foot. Without a sound he toppled sideways. Then, with a quiet giggle, he fell asleep. "Liveliest the fool has been since we wed," Rose commented dryly. "Whatever has happened to make him so?" asked Margaret, bending down to look into Edward's face. "Can't say as I know," Rose answered, though something in her eye told me otherwise. "It started yesterday it did, after the evening meal. He was in a fine froth all night I tell you." "You mean he has been thus all night?" asked Walter. "That's what I said," snapped Rose. "What did you feed him for the evening meal?" asked Margaret, her tone such that not even Rose could refuse to answer. "Fish, corncakes, some greens I picked." "What did the greens look like?" asked Margaret. Rose described the young shoots she had boiled and fed to Edward. "James Towne weed!" said Margaret, when Rose finished. |