Re: Vanessa I/Mina M
Mina mine, you are not too simple by half. But if you remember nothing of the time when you were gone, you would not believe a solitary word of the stories I could tell you. Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, enshaded in forgetfulness divine.
If there is one thing I have learned, sister, it is that no one, even I, has dominion over the dead. [...] The girl was exsanguinated. Drained of all her blood. There were signs, too, that she fought her attacker, but she seemed strangely peaceful. And dressed in borrowed clothes. She was a fortune teller. [...] She has a sister. An invalid, now alone in a rookery.