Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know, I've noticed.
The sweat from her ride,
Mummy, you're awake!
Perdita?
Do you promise me, Arthur?
of muslin, velvet and lace from all over the world,
not even realize, after an outbreak of plague in the village,
that I do not go.
but now she rejected it outright.
♪ And now alone I lie ♪
Where is she?
I can read enough.
and could not remember who she had been hoping to see.
young Viola turned her eyes inward.
The business, the books.
the younger, Perdita,
Her gravity, it seemed, her invented gravity
Some, seeing opportunity in her father's passing,
Ah, you see. Oh, you're getting quite good at this.
God should know better.
to the truth of the trunk.
Her sister's name, forgotten.
did deafen him to the songs of others.
Held alive, some would whisper, by stubbornness alone.
I know very well.
And having forgotten, she would wake.
♪ Till my lover returns to me ♪
Her husband, her daughter.
Say the words after me.
and you know that.