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♪ Beneath the weeping willow ♪

She has you there, Perdi.

Arthur bore his bereavement soberly and manfully.

Several devoted swains, and some two or three

You will. God help you, but you will.

What did you say?

compelled a material retrenchment in his expenditure,

Those were the rosy times,

now just a thought, just a feeling,

The money failing as time went on,

a searing ache that she hoped would be quenched by the…

remained, some would whisper, by stubbornness alone.

Because it wasn't mercy on her mind, or her heart,

For in Perdita's eyes, he felt an echo of Viola's.

The word began in her chest, as the sickness did for Viola.

Yes, I think you are almost ready.

her marriage may have some amount of love to it, after all.

Their father in the ground, they faced a dire necessity for marriage.

The two sisters were, at this time, in all the freshness

To murder, or be murdered by.

hoping to find a child,

all passed through her cunning hands,

Those souls held in her orbit,

For Arthur, a beautiful woman,

I can dance with my own husband.

A whisper in her ear, in her mind entire.

so, too, her face.

and Perdita was, perforce, less of a great lady

The story was true, but it was also theater.

And fade, and fade.

…who, having run afoul of so many of the dead,

Did you not run our estate into the damned ground?

and a fine outcome for Perdita,

and I will take you to myself,

sell the manor and find a quieter life, a smaller one,

She had long since ascertained

For both maidens, neither a male,

As I said before, thrice.

The eldest of Willoughby's daughters, once Lady Lloyd of Bly,

What will she be left with? What memories of you will she carry?

as her sister's strategic union was blessed.

in sickness and in health,

- It is your soul I worry for. - No.

And she would walk.

should await the commands of a little girl,