Quickly…
Angelique’s actions of late are peculiar even for her. Weddings — even elopements — are hardly ala carte. And yet she keeps ordering them and canceling them with a changeability that is dizzying. I am attempting to do what I can all the while keeping the Governess Winters safe from Trask. First Collinwood, then a stable, now here. When will it end? For a moment, I countenanced that she was the witch, but then I thought better of it.
This evening, she revealed to me that she (believes she) is from the year 1967, brought to this place by a séance. A week ago, this assertion would have been absurd. Now? I certainly want to believe it.
It means that this wretched family has an endurance… indeed my namesake will endure, as well. As fanciful as this seems, I am driven to fight for her. Never before have I…
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