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It's so good to have you back, says Daphne--when I was told you were dead, I didn't think I'd ever known such pain--or hatred--for Quentin--I blamed him at first for your death, and wanted him dead, too, it was as if a part of me died with you. Darling, you shouldn't blame Quentin, says Joanna. I don't anymore, says Daphne, I know now Quentin would never deliberately hurt anyone. Never, agrees Joanna. But then those terrible letters started coming, letters in your handwriting, explains Daphne, they were to Quentin and me, and suddenly, you became a dreadful threat to my life--and I'd loved you so much! Poor darling, sympathizes Joanna. They were in your handwriting, says Daphne, how could that be? They couldn't have been, insists Joanna, I didn't write those letters--except those I wrote to Quentin while I was in the sanitarium, but I never mailed those! But, says Daphne, taking one of the letters out of her desk--what about this one, it terrified me, I was certain you'd written it. Those aren't my esses or t's, points out Joanna--she writes, showing her sister how she makes them. I see, says Daphne, but if...it doesn't matter--I'm just so glad to have you back--she takes Joanna's hands in hers and asks--what did you do?--where did you go when you left the asylum? I went to Boston, says Joanna. What for? asks Daphne. I don't know, says Joanna, I guess I went there because I wanted to be in a city where I could be one of many. But why Boston? asks Daphne. For the obvious reason, says Joanna, I wanted to be close to that part of my life that gave me the most joy--and pain. You mean Quentin? asks Daphne hesitantly. I suppose so, says Joanna. You're still in love with him, aren't you? asks Daphne. Laughing, Joanna says, you still think of me the way you did when you were a little child--you're such an incurable romantic--we must have many, many talks like this, long ones, may I come and see you again, soon? Of course you may, says Daphne, any time--we've got to be very sure nothing ever happens to you again, never again! I promise you, my darling sister, says Joanna, nothing will. She gazes at her little sister with love.[/spoiler]