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So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. It could only mean one thing—that her foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer! When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the morning.
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