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Ribbons for sale.
:15:02
- Oh, dear.
- What is it?
:15:04
Father used to tell me...
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there were girls who sold ribbons
on the streets in London...
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and that if we ever came here,
he would buy me some as a remembrance.
:15:15
Ribbons for sale.
:15:24
How much, please?
:15:25
Twopence for the pink ones.
Penny for the others.
:15:27
I'll take the pink one, please.
:15:30
Thank you.
:15:41
Help!
:15:44
Somebody! Help!
:15:52
It's Smike. He's been taken.
:15:58
It must be the wretched Squeers.
He was with your uncle.
:16:00
I didn't hear it all,
but they were speaking of Smike.
:16:03
- Newman, what shall we do?
- He stays at the Saracen's Head.
:16:09
Squeers, but no Smike.
:16:16
It's John Browdie.
:16:18
Is John Browdie good or bad?
:16:20
He gave me money
when he heard I'd beaten Squeers.
:16:22
He's very good.
:16:27
If it isn't...
:16:32
- What are you doing here?
- Tilda and I are on our honeymoon.
:16:35
Schoolmaster says this was a fine place
to stay. He's here as well.
:16:38
I know. You remember the boy
that was with me that night?
:16:41
Crippled lad? Of course.
:16:43
We suspect that Squeers has taken him,
just this day, by force.
:16:47
He's talked of nothing but revenge
since you left.
:16:50
Could you find out if he has him?
:16:52
Who do you suppose we've laid
our hands on, Wackford and me?
:16:55
In London?
Not that hateful, horrible Mr. Knuckleboy?
:16:58
No, but next door to him.