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