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Flora herself, book in hand, red shawl on her arms, enters Collinwood with a cheery, "Hello?!" She runs into the drawing room, smiling, and finds Gabriel, who wishes her good morning. She's startled to see him and gasps, then says she doesn't know what to you--she supposes it's the excitement--a migraine, isn't it typical. He nods. And my horoscope promised me a triumphant day, she complains, sounding rather like a disappointed little girl--and then a migraine, just as I was stepping into my carriage--is he here? she asks, smiling girlishly. Is who here? asks Gabriel sourly. The healer, she says. You give the most improbably names to the most improbable people, says Gabriel, what is that? My new novel, she says, presenting it to him--isn't it GLORIOUS? I don't know, I haven't read it yet, he says, examining it--did you bring it for me? No, not exactly, she says hesitantly, but you must read it, though--it's by far my best work--I do hope the critics notice. A SUMMER'S DEATH, he reads. In three parts, adds Flora, the book, not the death--it's an ironic title--it's a story about love, a love that endures until the lovers die.[/spoiler]
It's difficult to believe that anyone with second sight, a talent like that, could get it that quickly, remarks Barnabas. Perhaps I've always had it, she says, and simply didn't realize it. Could you demonstrate this talent for us, asks Barn, or do you p[refer to keep it a secret? It's no secret, she says. Prove it, he challenges. I don't have to! she insists--I can see the past, it's as real to me as this day here. You've always been willing to help us, he says, are you now?--I must know why you want that song--can you see into the past?--if you can, you can help us--where did you learn that song?--in some other time--some other life? I think so, replies Carolyn, smiling, yes. Where? asks Barnabas, think!--in this room, Carolyn? She sees a vision of the turning carousel. "There's a carousel, turning," she describes--"toys, so many toys..." She stops.Go on, says Barnabas--you were in the playroom Julia and I saw in 1998 (?) the playroom that doesn't exist in this house now. Then how could I have been there? she asks. Because you found it, says Julia, you must take us there. You're mad! she accuses, I simply described the room! But a room with a toy carousel, points out Barnabas--you must have seen it. In my mind I saw it, she says. Is that all? he asks--you must be honest. I AM being honest, says Carolyn, near tears, why do you keep after me, I've helped you all I can, why do you keep bothering me like this?--leave me alone! She sits in a chair and cries.[/spoiler]