July 1763: Part One
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July 1763: Part One
Rose rode Dancer. She fed the squirrel and picnicked beside the lake. And she waited. The days passed with excruciating slowness.
The rest of the ruby set was hidden in the secret cupboard now. Her godmother’s jewelry case contained only pebbles from the lakeshore, to give it weight, and a note for Henry. Did you think I would leave these for you? You shall not have them. They are mine. They go with me to my grave.
The scars on her back had stung when she’d locked the note inside the case. If Henry ever discovered the truth . . .
He’ll kill us.
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