Under Isabella's imperative, and there being little else I could do about the deaths anyway, I met with Mme. Camille the next morning to discuss potential candidates for marriage. Mme. Camllle had been efficient and narrowed the field to three suitable candidates, and now wished me to make a choice between them ( Read more... )

Mr.Gray had returned from death again ( Read more... )

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Yeats wrote that, The Second Coming he called it, and perhaps it is truly at hand. It would be ( Read more... )

I had recovered the lost composure of the previous night, and determined to venture out into the darkness once more, if only to renew my acquaintance with the good patrons of the Golden Bough ( Read more... )

Mr. Gray dragged me from my pallet as the bells pealed for morning mass ( Read more... )

Mr. Grey led me to a gothic mansion hidden deep with in a tangled and unkempt garden, full of twisted trees, and hooting owls ( Read more... )

Sebastian is buried by the dead Mrs. HutchinsI heard voices. Was that Sara? Yes! she was talking of women's emancipation again, And is saved by IsabellaIsabella, Isabella, bella donna, prima donna, I am saved! What a wonderful first sight to eyes that had despaired of ever seeing light again! Even the countenance of the dead Mr. Gray was a welcome ( Read more... )

Her sweet, warm blood,
Gives me vengeful strength
Her unconscious power
Wafts away the evidence
Her cold, ivory strength,
Saves me from the grave(S. Beaufort ( Read more... )

Dear God in Heaven, I must have fully lost my mind ( Read more... )

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