Tribell clucked her tongue. "So, that was it then. None of you come to this manor without having committed some kind of folly."
"None of who?" Clarice said.
"The young women married to Thomas who are kept in the locked rooms, just as you will be."
Shrieking, Clarice jumped from the bed and began tearing the dress from her body.
The door flung open and Thomas stepped into the room. "What's the meaning of this?" he said.
Clarice flung herself at him. "I can't marry you and be kept in a locked room. I'd die."
Thomas straightened his tie and said, "I thought you knew. You've been dead ever since you first crawled out of the water and I carried you here."