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Angelique sits before the fire on the drawing room. Roger enters. How long have you been standing and staring at me? she asks--I could actually feel you staring, do you believe that? Then you must have the same sixth sense Angelique had, he says, it was uncanny. She smiles-- why were you looking at me? she asks. That's the cross you must bear for looking so much like her, says Roger, smiling gently. At least people no longer think I AM Angelique, she says, I found that terribly disturbing. I never doubted you for a moment, he says. Oh? She asks. I don't mean any offense, he assures her, but Angelique was one of a kind.[/spoiler]
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she finds herself face to face with Mr. Best. It's storming. No, she cries, you can't come for me now. Did you forget your appointment with me? he asks--am I early?--it would be most unlikely. He checks his watch. I have five more minutes, says--you must give them to me. I wouldn't cheat you, he says, not if you were right.[/spoiler]
Wrapping up DC's B portion of Scene 100, beginning with Sunday's first quote, Quentin's response to Tracy saying the important thing is to figure out why what happened with Gerard actually happened -
Quentin continues to strangle Laura, then abruptly releases her when he's filled with pain, his body enveloped in light. He accuses her of doing something to him, but she says she's not--anger, she says, heats the blood and puts strain on the heart. He clutches his stomach, accusing her of doing something terrible to him. She denies it, and fears coming moving closer to him in case he tries to kill her again. "You're dead already," he moans, writhing in agony. Laura half-humorously suggests the pressures on his brain must be very great. Help me! he beg. Repeat that, Laura asks. I promise to stop you, he vows, whatever you're doing to me. Laura maintains, I'm doing nothing except enjoying your reaping the rewards of a rich and well spent life. When he begs for her help, she laughs. How does it feel to beg? she demands--to suffer? I don't want to die, he says, walking around the room in a pain-filled shuffle. Do you think I wanted to die in Alexandria? she asks shrilly, when the fire priests dragged me, screaming, to the sacrificial altar?-- "Quentin!" I cried, Laura reminds him, "Help me, Quentin!" She notes that he seems to be unconscious, and callously checks to make sure he can still hear her. He can, so she continues--I remembers the priest dragging me to the flames, asking why I was crying to Quentin for help--when he's the one who betrayed me? I had to, groans Quentin, or they would have killed me. I finally figured that out, she says bitterly, and now the death you evaded then has caught up with you, right here at Collinwood!She laughs--well, goodbye, she says, enjoy your rendezvous. He tries to grab her before she exits. Laura airily assures him, "Dying is not so bad, Quentin, once you get used to the idea!" She leaves him alone. Quentin sinks to the floor, unconscious.[/spoiler]