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Viola faintly noticed her own attempted exorcism.
You should think of her, Vi.
beyond which it can bear no more weight.
be they victims of fate,
Viola found that under its purpose,
But what right had Viola to dispose of our future?
But that night, as Perdita beheld her sister,
In fact, every detail of Viola's entrance was a pageant.
Promise you what?
"enough."
His superstition defied reason, but he felt confident all the same.
of vice,
and had devoted himself to the care of his progeny.
you must repeat the rite.
Unaware that she'd ever had a sister at all.
♪ And weep beside the tree ♪
No, Bly must stay in the family,
Oh, am I?
their lifelong home.
- Oh, oh, no, no, no, no… - Just one.
but to perform a rite far more melancholy
so many years later.
as she moved her hand.
Turn, two, three.
Feeling that if she walked to her bedroom,
The house is in disrepair.
It must be the child whom she'd sought.
It isn't safe.
except our child.
I didn't want to miss the ball.
She admitted her husband had moved on.
And rage.
He had a handsome face.
But it is not good news.
At last, at least, she'd be with them both.
I have no ambition.
Bly belongs to you.
A name, like his own, of a highly respectable sound.
Sister…
while Viola bode her time,
a thought occurred to her.