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Show Page 164 "She was trying to make me promise to keep quiet about what I know. Said if I did not, she'd see something bad happened to Anne's baby. Something terrible bad." "Indeed, you must know something most terrible for you to believe she could carry out a threat against an innocent child," I said. "I do. She did something most cruel," Twig whispered, gulping back tears. "Something most cruel. Rose killed her own baby. She killed her baby." ******************** I could not breathe. Suddenly everything came clear: Twig's nightmares just before the birthing, his concern the day the twins were born that they were hearty, his constant attention since that day, his overweening sorrow since Sarah's death. I did not wait to hear more. Grabbing Twig by the hand, I pulled him to his feet and ran in search of Richard. "Like as not he is lying," said Richard suspiciously when I had told him Twig's story. "Beggar brats often do and this one has been known to at times. Am I not correct?" "He is much too frightened to lie," I said hotly. "And even if his story is not true, Rose did beat him sorely." |