Vanity Fair
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:00:11
Your Grace. My lords,
ladies and gentlemen.

:00:14
The enemy is past the River Sambre
and our left is already engaged.

:00:18
We march in three hours.
:00:25
- Becky!
- Rawdon! Rawdon!

:00:39
I'm not afraid, but I'm
a big target for a shot.

:00:43
And if I should go down,
I want you to know what there is.

:00:48
I've had a good run here,
so you've a wad of money.

:00:52
There's a horse left to sell, and...
:00:55
well, those trunks
are worth 30 alone.

:01:01
You mean, we owe 30 on them.
:01:03
Yes.
:01:06
Well, I'll wear me old uniform,
so you can sell the new one.

:01:11
What with the saddles,
guns, rings and...

:01:15
and this little lot...
:01:17
you'll have enough
to keep you dry,

:01:19
get you back to London before...
I'll manage.

:01:25
Won't you just.
:01:29
There never was a woman
who could manage like you,
Becky Sharp.

:01:35
You won't do anything brave, will you?
:01:40
Promise?
:01:42
What?
:01:46
Tears?
:01:52
Tears from my strong little Becky?
:01:55
I'm a woman in love, aren't I?
:01:58
Oh, my darling.

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