425

In her eyes in the end, I saw a fearsome hatred for me.  That image will eclipse all others.  How many times must I lose?  How many times must I lose Josette?  How many times must I hear that mocking tintinnabulation that is the laughter of Angelique.

Widow’s Hill.

There is nothing living within Barnabas Collins.

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  1. mrsgreenhands May 31, 2013 at 12:06 am #

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