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No matter.
an ocean of time, the moment finally came.
so that where I am,
Isabel.
Instead, we shall move mountains, my girl.
those unfortunate tenants of the gravity well,
that it would not venture to Bly Manor again.
It is not the plague.
I do not go.
Our financials, a disaster.
Separate.
The past recedes, memories fade, and so, true, does the spirit.
who had lived but a few weeks.
She would sleep.
My rings and my lace and my silk.
They buried Lady Perdita, and set about forging a new life.
She cannot sleep without her mother.
You mustn't be in this wing without protection...
there you may also be."
"And I will come again,
some realm beyond,
of their youthful bloom.
to step into her habitual path.
"I go, and prepare a place for you."
Her heart would shatter anew,
What right had she to bind you to meanness and cruelty?
To feel oneself sacrificed to a caprice.
I would never.
and as happens when one dreams, she would forget.
He'd made her that way, after all.
An oath.
to love and to cherish,
And a surprise not to God, thought Perdita,
Promise me that you will keep them for her?
No.
somewhat known to him already by virtue of her lineage.
Her name, forgotten.
Viola.
while her daughter would grow to womanhood.
And, now, the word crept down her shoulder and her elbow,
…her suspicion began as small,
for six months after his return,
The word had come to her a full year prior,
The eldest of Willoughby's daughters, once Lady Lloyd of Bly,
gravity of will,
in memory of a little girl born between them
the manor saved,
That you will keep the key,