Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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