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:57:01
Becky. How could I not?
:57:03
That little devil brings mischief
wherever she goes.
She killed her husband.

:57:08
He died of tropical fever.
:57:11
You can hardly lay that at her door.
Can't I?

:57:16
They took her son from her.
:57:19
Rubbish.
Rawdon took the boy away
because cats are better mothers.

:57:24
And what do you know of motherhood?
You have no child.

:57:27
Don't I know it?
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And if I have any authority
in this house...

:57:33
Authority?
:57:35
You have none, sir.
:57:38
Who do you think you are?
My father?

:57:42
My husband?
:57:46
You're right.
:57:48
I know what your heart
is capable of.

:57:52
It can cling faithfully
to a misty memory
and cherish a dream,

:58:00
but it cannot recognize
or return a love like mine.

:58:06
- L-I have been your friend.
- No.

:58:12
You have allowed me
to be your friend.

:58:15
We have spent enough of our lives
at this play, Amelia.

:58:21
Let this end.
:58:24
We are both weary of it.
:58:47
When his cousin died, I knew
Rawdy would spend his life
at Queen's Crawley.

:58:52
He belongs there.
:58:54
But you must see him.
:58:56
Why don't you?
Does LadyJane prevent it?

:58:59
No. Jane would not
keep me from him.


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