1:15:10
Mother!
1:15:14
What is it, Henry? What's happened?
1:15:18
She's gone.
1:15:20
Well, of course, dear.
What did you expect?
1:15:25
What am I to do?
1:15:27
Do without, I suppose.
1:15:30
And so I shall.
1:15:35
If the Higgins' oxygen burns up
her little lungs...
1:15:38
...let her seek some stuffiness
that suits her.
1:15:41
She's an owl sickened
by a few days of my sunshine.
1:15:45
Let her go. I can do without her.
1:15:47
I can do without anyone.
I have my own soul!
1:15:49
My own spark of divine fire!
1:15:56
Bravo, Eliza.
1:16:17
"Damn, damn, damn, damn
1:16:22
"I've grown accustomed to her face
1:16:28
"She almost makes the day begin
1:16:31
"I've grown accustomed to the tune
That she whistles night and noon
1:16:34
"Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs
1:16:38
"Are second nature to me now
1:16:41
"Like breathing out and breathing in
1:16:44
"I was serenely independent and content
Before we met
1:16:48
"Surely I could always be that way again
1:16:53
"And yet I've grown
Accustomed to her looks
1:16:57
"Accustomed to her voice