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…impossible, finally, to ignore.
for the coughing death that ravaged her former community.
Wake, walk, forget even more.
Thus led to Viola's invitation to a distant cousin.
the prediction did not come true.
that perhaps the late Viola may not hear of it.
Days to weeks, to months, to years.
She would sleep.
And with Arthur gone, all pretense was put aside.
to die on the grounds of Bly.
waiting for her all this time.
And day after day, night after night,
Just need.
It is not about your body any longer, my love.
Viola in her wit.
that the empty manor had become a quarantine
Her attention lay only ahead,
And we would let it fall to ruin before she comes of age?
I don't need you to take that on.
And her adopted daughter refused, at every turn, to see her as a mother.
The two of them, and also…
made only for the two of them.
without a word of boast coming from her lips.
A few more minutes, please.
so that where I am, there you may also be."
In fact, to learn to dance, we need only numbers.
But nothing holds, and all things change, given time.
Toward the middle of the 17th century…
Glad to learn the value at which I'm held.
But Viola knew them for what they were.
No.
How much time, it was impossible to reason.
- No. - She would want us to.
Her reward for all these years of isolation.
And they will try to take it from you, as they did me.
Sleeping.
Viola, you must repeat the rites.