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The Journals of Barnabas Collins

I have gone decidedly too far.  In my arrogance, I believed that I could be a puppet-master equal to Angelique, and I am wrong.  Josette or Miss Evans, pick as you would, has been driven quite, quite mad.  And it was at my hand.  The young lady’s life is over, and my life is jeopardized to an untenable extent.  Like a dog driven wild, she has but one mercy left: death.  I will soon follow, I think.

BC

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