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"And I will come again, and will take you to myself,
She would have done anything, everything in her power to save the manor,
She would sleep, and she would fade.
of the physicians and priests alike.
A surprise not to Perdita, who knew her sister better than any.
- I will not allow it. - You won't.
You tell them, sister.
No matter if they couldn't see her, couldn't touch her, couldn't hear her.
It was a different word that had infected her all this time.
She would wake.
Perhaps it wasn't the room, after all.
She would wake.
those unfortunates trapped in the gravity well
Less everything be lost to the same grave.
And once again, she would sleep.
and claim her reward.
God wants her soul to be pure, as he welcomes her home.
No.
so he was immediately forgotten, and a strange phenomenon occurred.
And so, you will keep them.
We need sleep.
It is because for the last five years, the only husbandly duty he's fulfilled
This latter circumstance
Some as rare and rich as if they were spun of threads of jewels,
Arthur was required more and more to business.
than her sister had been.
it very soon came to be predicted that he would marry again.
You tell them "no."
O-Our daughter.
and that it lay languishing in thankless gloom in the dusty attic.
a construct, a lie preferred…
Good sir.
and she would forget.
only on the bed that was her goal,
than the rosy song of matrimony he sung before.
now forgotten in the attic.
Just before the sixth year of Viola's living death,
Women in that time had nothing.
Sleep well, sister.
nor the way things would be done.
The pull of that next world ignored, she instead made her own gravity,
And no hope, it would seem, for the young au pair…
She'd be with them, and that was all that mattered.
The vicar believed this an innocent omission.
Auntie, we need music, do we not?
a dark carriage led by a red-eyed horse,
and on the daughter she believed, each time she woke,
it has already set its teeth.
They would move away from here,
Vultures poised to pick the carcass of their father.