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He hadn't dreamed the look of fury on her face nor the harsh words she'd spoken, not allowing him the opportunity to explain.The picture of her simple beauty, loose-limbed grace, and blatant fury shimmered before him. So far removed from any other female he'd ever come across. The outrage rippling through her, so intense it radiated like heat from her body. Her eyes flashing, no sign of fear for herself. He hadn't wanted her to flee. He wanted to know more.
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Clustered everywhere were low-growing bushes covered in dazzling pink flowers and above them the yellow of the wattle."Boronia ledifolia."How personable and attentive he was, with his ruffled hair and a half smile of amusement hovering on his lips. "I'm sorry?""The pink bushes, and above us Acacia, and those big red flowers over there."She turned and gazed at the densely packed red flowers bright as Indian rubies against the bush. "Waratah Telopea.
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She could see why men and women through the ages had become besotted with opals. It was as though an almighty hand had scooped a palmful of emeralds, sapphires, diamonds, and pearls and mixed their radiant hues. Fit for a queen. Such a noble stone.
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Cutting and polishing an opal is a great skill. The outer casing has to be removed with a diamond saw and then it is shaped. The Romans mastered the art thousands of years ago."Della ran her finger over the stone. "Where did the name opal come from?""From the Sanskrit meaning 'precious stone,' and later the Greek derivative opallios, meaning 'a change of color'.
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It was the strangest thing. Rough against her fingers until she turned it over. Where the outside coating had chipped away, a blinding flash of color shone. She twisted it in the sunlight, producing a play of color more startling than any rainbow.
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The overblown woman swept out in a waft of attar of roses and Della stood relishing the patch of frail sunlight, imagining herself down by the creek feeding Tidda a handful of sweetgrass while she listened to the Darkinjung women tell their stories.
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