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"You have a strange voiceMrs?" Another shrug froure
Moain and went into the other room to fetch Cindy I held my breath The portrait was in there She'd see it But she must not have looked around, for in another second she was back, pulling Cindy and standing close to the fireplace, keeping a tight hold on Cindy's hand
"What a remarkable ho at Foxworth Hall as I saw it from the balcony"
Dark, dark were the eyes of randmother
"Are you wearing pearls? I thought I saw pearls when you were fiddling around your neck Those rings are so beautiful You show your rings, why not your pearls?"
Again another shrug from Grandmother
Dragging Cindy along with her, Momma stepped closer to the worandmother any back," said Moht when Foxworth Hall burned to the ground The night was cold and snowy, yet it lit up like the Fourth of July I yanked all the rings froers and hurled the diaht no one would ever find it--but Mada I threw in the snow! Later Chris picked up all that jewelry because it belonged to his mother! His precious mother!"
"I aure in black, standing in the ht trap her
But she was already trapped
"YOU!" cried my mother "I should have known! There is no other rope necklace of pearls with a diamond butterfly clasp except yours"
"Of course you are sick!" screamed my mother "What else could you be but sick! I knoho you are Now everything ain After all you have done to us, you coain to doyou have done, but I've never had the chance to pay you back Taking Bart froh Now I have the chance to do more"
Releasing Cindy's hand, she lunged forward and caught hold of ht her off But er Breathless and excited I watched the tomen pull at one another
My granded away from the fierce attack She didn't seem to knohat to do Then Cindy let out a howl of fear and began to cry "Moo home"
The door opened and John Amos shambled inside the room As my e knobby hand on randmother's shoulder I'd never seen him touch her before
"Mrs Sheffield," he began in his whiny-hissy voice, "you were graciously ade of my wife, who has not been well for several years I am John Amos Jackson, and this is my wife, Mrs Jackson"