:05:02
Alas, for Mr. Nickleby, it meant the latter.
:05:07
Four stockbrokers
took villa residences in Italy...
:05:11
and 400 nobodies were ruined.
:05:15
Eliminating all he had saved...
:05:17
as well as any wish to earn it again...
:05:20
Mr. Nickleby took to his bed...
:05:23
until he surrendered
to the one certainty of life...
:05:27
which no amount of speculation
can prevent.
:05:32
What shall we do?
:05:45
Here is Nicholas Nickleby again.
:05:53
19 years old...
:05:55
and head of his family.
:06:12
Come here.
:06:19
Said he would join me at the tavern.
:06:23
Turnips and carrots!
:06:25
Mind your back, miss.