:23:00
At last, he died...
:23:05
lifting his head to kiss them.
:23:13
Yes?
:23:18
What faces will smile on me when I die?
:23:23
Who will comfort me that long night?
:23:29
They cannot come from home.
:23:31
They would frighten me if they did,
for I shouldn't know them.
:23:40
There is no hope.
:23:43
- No hope for me at all!
- What's the matter, love?
:23:45
Tilda's getting married to John Browdie.
:23:48
I'll be the only girl in the county
who hasn't posted my banns.
:23:51
John Browdie's no catch. I hate him.
:23:55
Eat your breakfast.
:23:57
I'll never eat again.
:23:59
How do you like Mr. Knuckleboy?
:24:01
I hate him, that's how I like him.
:24:04
He's a nasty, stuck-up monkey.
:24:08
He needs his pride brought down.
:24:10
I'll leave that to you, my love.
There's not a woman in all England...
:24:14
can bring a person's pride down
quicker than you can.
:24:19
Thank you, Squeery.
:24:22
Who's Mr. Knuckleboy?
:24:24
The new teacher.
:24:26
A smile like a sugar-drop,
and the straightest legs I've ever seen.
:24:34
The word for "window"...
:24:36
- Is "fenêtre", F-E-N-E...
- Oh, father.
:24:41
I beg your pardon.
I thought my father was here.
:24:45
- I'm so foolish, I'm sure.
- Not at all.
:24:49
Again, the word for "window" is "fenêtre."
:24:53
I'm sure I am foolish.
:24:58
It's just my pen is in need of...