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