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Show Page 154 did not work. Perhaps she will put a moccasin snake in his boot next time," he added. "I cannot imagine even Rose capable of such villiany," I protested. "Poison him indeed!" "You do not know 'er," Twig said quietly. "And you did not see Rose prancing about as a fool, did you?" he asked. At first I did not take his meaning. Only later, after I was in bed, did I understand. If Rose had not been trying to do something to Edward, why had she not eaten any of the weed herself? ******************** June, 1621 I have decided Twig was wrong about Rose trying to poison Edward. She has done no treachery this past month. Perhaps she simply tried to make her dull husband somewhat livelier for a time. For my part, I should find it most tedious living with someone like Edward Howe. Perhaps Rose rues the day she pointed to Edward and cast off Henry Leaven. But I have little time to be pondering over Rose and Edward, what with tutoring, making soap ashes, and helping with the tobacco, plus all the daily chores that must be done. |