:26:00
"They used to wander
round the high wall
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"when their lessons were over
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"and talk about
the beautiful garden inside.
:26:07
"'How happy we were there! '
:26:09
"they said to each other. "
:26:11
I hope he was a very
beautiful boy.
:26:15
Well, pretty.
:26:16
You know - in a street Arab
sort of way.
:26:19
There's no point being
blackmailed by an ugly one.
:26:27
What's tiresome is,
:26:29
he's threatening to show
my letters to my father.
:26:32
Who will show them
to all his friends,
:26:34
for the excellence
of their style.
:26:36
No.
:26:37
No, you don't know him.
He's a brute.
:26:41
Really.
:26:42
He carries a whip
wherever he goes.
:26:47
He used to beat my mother.
:26:50
He beat my brothers.
:26:52
He thrashed me from the age...
:26:53
My dear boy!
:26:57
Of course,
he's practically illiterate.
:27:00
He probably won't understand
the letters, anyway.
:27:03
By an unforgivable oversight,
:27:05
I've never been
blackmailed myself,
:27:07
but all my friends assure me
:27:08
that a hundred pounds
will usually suffice.
:27:11
Really? God, I...
You promise?
:27:13
Mm. Leave it to Lewis.
:27:15
George Lewis, my solicitor.
:27:16
He knows what he's doing.
:27:18
He acts for
the Prince of Wales.
:27:27
# Ah, leave me not to pine
:27:31
# Alone and desolate
:27:35
# No fate seemed fair as mine
:27:40
# No happiness so great
:27:46
Isn't he killing, Mr Wilde?
:27:49
He's perfect.
:27:51
He's perfect in every way.
:27:53
#... And sung in accents clear
:27:58
# This joyous roundelay