:19:01
souls of the departed...
:19:05
what a disappointment
l must seem to you all.
:19:20
Oh, no. Here we are- home.
:19:23
l recognize these hedges
by their dullness.
:19:29
O woman, high of fame
:19:31
Though men have died for thee
:19:58
This is a difficult murder.
:20:07
Good evening, Mr. Christie.
:20:10
Take the horse.
:20:47
Shannon, l saw you galloping
in the fields.
:20:51
Dignity, Shannon, Dignity.
:20:54
A lady must always be civilized,
even when she rides.
:20:58
No one saw me riding, Mother.