Picnic at Hanging Rock
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Arthur,
my late husband, and I

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always took our annual
holidays in Bournemouth.

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Mmm.
It's a delightful place.

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Absolutely delightful.
Nothing changed.

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Ever.
For 40 years.

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The pier, the sands
and the people.

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And that guest house.
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So dependable.
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Completely
and utterly dependable.

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A little more,
Mademoiselle?

1:40:55
No, madame.
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As you wish.
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[Clattering]
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I came to depend so much
on Greta McCraw.

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So much masculine intellect.
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I came to rely
on that woman.

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Trust her.
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How could she allow herself
to be spirited away?

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Lost.
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Raped.
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Murdered in cold blood
like a silly schoolgirl

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on that wretched
Hanging Rock.

1:41:46
Will Sara Waybourne be coming
back this term, madame?

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Oh!
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Now where was I?
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Oh, yes!
Bournemouth.


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