Chapter Twenty-Five

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Guy Fawkes Day was unusually mild; an ideal day for Juniper to hang out the laundry to dry. Along with her own family's linen, she also took in clothing from the castle. Large wooden tubs filled with hot water had been set up in the garden outside of the Underwood farm house. Juniper and the other village women who were contracted to do the Grace family's washing gossiped and sniggered over blood stained sheets and petticoats as they scrubbed each garment with lye soap.

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Leo overheard them talking about how Dona Reyna had been seriously ill with a fever since Halloween

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Leo overheard them talking about how Dona Reyna had been seriously ill with a fever since Halloween.
"Ill with a broken heart would be more like it," Juniper said. "Since Lord Skye is going to marry that lovely Miss McLean."
She rubbed milk and butter into a blood stained petticoat and put it into a vat of urine, lemon juice, and ammonium to soak. The two Gardner sisters held up a sheet so Mrs. Rodriguez beat the water out of it with a wooden bat.

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