All language subtitles for Sister Dora - episode 1 - starring Dorothy Tutin (1977)

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Well, if you come in, won't you?

Have some tea.

Hi.

When I've wrote them down.

Can I help you purchase?

You run in and see your sister.

She's had a long wait.

Oh, you were a beautiful town.

Didn't you go well?

I didn't.

I didn't.

I didn't.

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I didn't, I didn't.

I didn't.

I didn't.

I couldn't.

I couldn't.

A little mad about god.

But, I didn't.

He was back.

I couldn't.

He was looking for me.

But, you know, sir, he was off on track.

If not, he was on track.

Did noanton Khroglu were on display.

theorem?

Well, Phil, do not go well,

Bill.

He did?

Because he likes what he's carrying.

He likes being out of the shafts, don't you boy?

Not carrying a cart heterHD horse ratche riding SE Sonnyorse Freedman.

That is no HP toonomous racing.

Aren't you, though?

I don't sit down, let me do that.

I've been resting all day. A jounce is good for me.

Oh, I wish it would work out for Doran Perchis, as it did for us.

Oh, so it may. There's no doubt what my brother feels.

And Dora's certainly fond of his company.

Yes, very.

You've always been close to her, doesn't she tell you what she's feeling?

Not lately. She talks lovingly of Perchis, and she does of you or of me.

I'm so very, very fond of her. But I don't know anyone with such a natural turn for goodness, who at the same time is such an abiddle to me.

You think she's scared of another of your father's brainstorms, like the one when we got married?

Oh, yes. The effect on our unhappy mother, maybe.

But she lost the last scrap of respect for father years ago.

When you just missed old Tommy Bowles, for nothing at all.

Except that we children so loved the old man.

That was when she started calling him the jailer.

She's pretty undaunterable when she makes up her mind.

I wish you could have been with us today. We wrote nearly to Massel.

Oh, there's my rich. How are you, lad?

And how's the third person singular? The he or the she?

Quite well behaved at present. Good.

Robert told me you had a good day. Oh, it was.

Tom's up with him fell splendidly. Coming down was a difficult way. I could hardly hold him.

You should have heard the cheer when she sailed over the wall at Spennythorpe.

I hope Tom did. The cheer was for you, lad, not the horse.

It was Tom that grew wings. I won't ask how things are at home. I can guess.

Well, Brother Mark is coming on a visit tomorrow. That should raise our spirits a little.

If we can keep the jailer out of his way.

Oh, and Tom and I let that wall. I thought if only I didn't have to land on the other side.

I could ride straight on into a world of my own.

It's not altogether impossible. Is it, Rachel?

Oh, my dear, the difference when I got away from the hawkswell atmosphere.

The weight that was lifted off.

There are times when I could throw even my Sunday bonnet over the window.

Rachel, you haven't seen the bonnet that Mark bought me when I stayed with him in Oxford.

It cost eight shillings and six pours.

I feel almost ashamed to wear it to think of so much money disappearing to treat me to such luxury.

Why, don't you think you deserve it?

Yes, every woman deserves a nice bonnet once in a while.

Well, let me know when you're wearing it for Rachel. I'll also come over, especially.

Just for a bonnet?

No, not just for a bonnet.

Rachel, before I forget...

What were you going to say?

I've forgotten already.

Do you remember those really hideous velvet bonnets we were made to wear to church?

How we bid not to wear them.

And then how it rained one day when the parents were out.

And I thought it showed God didn't fancy those bonnets either.

You said, come on.

Now's our chance to spoil our bonnets and never wear them again.

She flung open the window and we both pushed heads and bonnets into the downpour.

And now we'll put them back in the box, she said, to finish them off.

Good for you.

No, it wasn't.

Because we were forced to wear them publicly to church every Sunday for months?

To break my stubborn will and mortify my vanity.

That's what came of making a bid for freedom.

So I really know that my instincts are not to be trusted if I give myself time to go on ten.

Although, dear, ten takes up so much of a day that I can't help thinking could be better spent.

You're absolutely right.

Am I?

Mark thinks I ought to be contented with my Lord.

To all very well for him, safely behind a pile of books at Oxford.

Mark does care about us, you know.

When we live up to what he expects of us.

Yes, if it hadn't been for Mark making a great plan for reading and studying, I should be half-witted.

Instead of two-thirds, which is where I hope I've reached in his estimation.

Do you know Rachel?

I thought he'd solved everything when he pointed out how much the brunt is achieved.

Isolated like us.

Then I realized I wasn't a genius and it didn't apply.

Oh, I do want to be somebody before it's too late.

Do you know I dreamt again last night that I was in the Crimea with Miss Nightingale?

I was so happy to be there.

Nursing, those poor wounded soldiers.

Until suddenly Miss Nightingale was standing over me with the face and the voice of the jailer.

Saying exactly as he did, you would be worse than useless and you have plenty to employ you at home.

I woke up.

Mother was having a bronchial attack in the next room.

I went in to try to cheer her up a little.

She is so unlovable.

Pity is all I feel for her.

And that so grieves me.

I'm talking too much.

It's a great treat after the silence at home where no one dare say anything but fear of an explosion.

Look, Mark.

There they are still sitting in silence around the teaket.

Always the same gloom and silence.

Just as it was when we came back from our walks ten years ago.

It makes me so sick at heart.

Where have all my hopes gone that things would be better?

Here we are, not the same but worse.

And so much of life already over.

It's no good dear girl spending her time in regrets.

There's no alternative, you know.

So I tell myself.

But Mark, you know yourself how difficult it is to keep cheerful when life disappoints you.

You have never reconciled yourself to not getting the rectorship at Lincoln College.

You've never let the ice thaw from your heart.

Yet you know of your patient, you're bound to get it one day.

But with us, patience leaves nowhere.

Shall we go indoors?

Oh Mark, don't be offended.

I do want to be worthy of your respect.

I count so much on your affection.

Then make a success of what you have, daughter.

Persevere with your reading so that you can share my thoughts and studies.

And in the next long vacation, I'll take on a country parish for a few weeks.

Where we can explore and be as contented together as we were at Oxford.

Oh dear Mark, you're very good to me.

Now, let's brave the house.

Now he has a new way of tormenting us.

He won't pay for anything, not even necessary articles of clothing.

I feel so ashamed going into the shops in Richmond knowing our bills are unpaid.

We are using the cheapest material to make our own things.

But how shall we keep warm in the winter?

I've given Mother £10 to help with your pocket money.

Oh thank you Mark.

Her pride insists on it being alone.

How will she repay you?

Except out of a little bit of capital.

Her purse is in a miserable condition.

He gives her nothing.

Frank had asked us to visit him in London.

That would have been a store of memories to get us through the next long winter.

The trunks were packed, the carriage at the door.

Then, without warning, it was all cancelled.

Since Eleanor's marriage, he vows we shall go nowhere and see no one.

How is it to be born?

It is almost impossible to carry on, knowing that the person who should be your protector is your deadliest enemy.

The worst horror was when he tried to prevent Eleanor's engagement by spreading around the village that was madness in our family.

Oh God, why is this curse inflicted on us?

When things get so absurdly frightful, we only hope is to laugh.

Rage is too self-defeating.

I could hardly keep a straight face when he sent Eleanor into the kitchen to fetch her bucket and scrubbing brush.

He pointed an awful finger at them and said, there is your diary. There is your future.

I tell you that son of yours brought papery into this house.

I infected my daughters.

My home became a nest of papists.

No, not papists.

Am I accused of lying?

He was sadly carried away by enthusiasm for those Oxford friends, Mr. Pusy, Mr. Newman.

But I prayed that he might see the error of his ways and I'm sure he has.

What is he now? A free-thinking churchman?

Not what you invite into my house, is it?

First my family destroy me and then the foul of every ground I walk on.

Destroy you. Oh, don't say that. I do!

Say it.

You let me be taken to a mad house, to the most noisy den, to which a clergyman of the Church of England,

and that clergyman, a gentleman, could have been consigned.

And you were too dainty to enter that loathsome dungeon to visit me.

Not once did you cross that faithful threshold.

You know the doctor said it were not even your good.

It was twenty-four years ago.

No time can blossom from my memory, not if I were to live to the day of doom.

By that fateful...

...fatal step, I was deprived of every prospect in life.

And now I have to endure the undutifulness of a perverse, unregenerate family.

Oh dear, it's another storm!

One of your children has been...

Oh dear, father is not angry with you.

I have prayed the time, my people.

I have prayed the time, my people.

I prayed, prayed, while you prayed to small purpose.

Two of your daughters marry like fools.

Your younger son spurns his home and departs for the Babylon of London.

Your eldest son contaminates the house.

And you take it upon yourself to criticize me for disinheriting them.

No, no, no, no. I only asked if you thought it was right.

Now that Ellen has a young family and Rachel has started one day...

They've fetched my authority and take the consequences.

Have you done what I said? Have you altered your will?

Am I talking to a mule answer me?

Deny, if you care that you're sitting there with mutinous thoughts...

You'll do as I say. You'll disinherit them.

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

I understand what you're saying to me.

Then act upon it.

I'll carry the consequences for the rest of your life.

It's all over. For the present?

Is it gone? I'd like to know which daughter had it passed.

I think he went into the study. Another will be having a little weep.

I wish I could coat her without making her worse.

You can't. She takes a word of sympathy as blessed for me against our lord and master.

Is she only a care force independent of what he thought?

How we should love her. But she doesn't care a job for us.

I don't know what she's saying to her.

I don't know what she's saying to her.

How we should love her. But she doesn't care a job for us.

You have to reconcile yourselves to living your lives without the help of a parent parental affliction.

Your happiness must depend on what you create within you.

I've often told you the ordering of our individual conduct is what we have to attend to. You'll be tired of hearing it.

Yes, we are a little.

Mark. I trust your warnings of not being thrown away. But the task is very, very difficult.

We're right and wrong, affixed only by a tyrannical will.

You must have seen what is happening to Anna. And now if it's any little destroyed, she gets worse and worse. We do everything for her.

Mark, you give me a few minutes, my dear. It's a little... business matter I want to talk over with you.

Yes, of course, Father.

A little business matter. Behind the jail is back.

Oh, no. Change the...

She looks so pale and shrunken.

If only we could put our arms round her and comfort her.

But you don't need flinch.

As though it's strucker.

The door, my dear.

As you are the trustee of my little capital, I want you to be clear about my wishes when I pass over.

It pains me to oppose your father and has cost me many weeks of prayer.

But I must not distinguish unjustly between the girls. It must be share and share alike with them.

However much it offends him.

I must not weaken.

I fully support you, my dear mother. You are quite in the right.

I trust and think so.

And mother, while we are talking together, if you would only show the girls a little more understanding at other times, let them see you sympathize when they suffer from father's irrational behavior.

How can you say such a thing of your own father and the representative among us of God's holy will?

This is yet another bitter drop in the cup, which it is pleased my heavenly father to give me.

I am very sorry of what I say, upset you.

This disunity in our sad family is so hard to bear.

And why must I carry the blame?

The girls never confide in me.

And I'm sure Dora cares more for the headmaster's family at Richmond than she does for her own.

I dare not let your father know how often she visits there.

The tapes encourage her to depend too much upon worldly things.

Forgetful of her duty.

I can hardly sleep or worry.

Praying that she may be guided in all her ways by that spirit which cannot her.

And Herakai's joy to the elders, little darf!

You are the spirit, the right horse, the right man, and the all in the way with the family clues!

You have to look for your father's chains.

You've got quite a rival story today in this cactus.

Didn't she tell the story well?

She deserves a prize and she should have won.

Oh, really Mrs. T, I couldn't.

My mother only warned to give you a daughter.

She wants you to have her.

Oh, you've given me so much happiness already.

It isn't fair.

Think of all you did for us at the opening of the new school building.

Hanging with her aldic banners, making the garlands?

No, you should be garlanding.

It's a little thunderstand, can I take?

It was like the on a high plateau to me to have any part in it.

The sapper is on the table.

When you are a car, I'm quite a jolly!

Oh, James, I do love your family. I love them deals.

You're also a thunder woman.

Yes, and of you two, Dora. You know that, don't you?

That makes it even better.

That can be your own family, you know. If you like me well enough.

I wish you well.

Say you will marry me, Dora.

I love you very much.

And it does seem right that you showed it.

Wouldn't that be the answer to everything?

In a way, yes, it would.

Only in a way.

You'd have to want it very doggy, James.

We'd have to be very heroic and steadfast to stand up to my father.

Hi.

Dora, anything for you, Dora?

Well, Em, this is going to suffer. We've strong hands.

Come in.

Ah, it's you, Mr. James Tate.

Good evening, sir.

It's kind of you to wish to see me.

There's neither kind nor unkind of me, neither do I particularly wish it.

Circumstances have arisen which required it.

Also, I am led to suppose.

As a friend of my family, I offer you my hand. I offer you a chair.

I offer you my attention.

What does it have to say?

Sir, I am a friend of your family.

Particularly, I have a special concern.

I love your daughter, Dora, sir.

May I ask your permission to marry her?

You may ask for it, but not have it.

I'm not usually considered an imprudent man.

You evidently think so.

No, sir. You contradict me.

Oh, what grounds?

I have been given a curacy, Mr. Paterson.

With 50 or 100 pounds a year, you'll not be a burden on the parish.

I'm thankful to hear it.

Sir, with economy.

With economy, you can keep yourself in boots.

Well, that is all we have to say to each other.

May I hope for the future?

By that time, I shall be beyond the reach of frivolous questions.

Until then, I must ask you not to enter this house again.

Sir, the toke up over the threshold.

But your peril. Do you hear me?

I'm very sorry to hear you, sir.

Very sorry.

Good evening, Mr. James Tate.

I'm sorry.

What else did you say?

Well, nothing. Nothing else that I can remember.

But you do remember. It's not very memorable.

I suppose not.

Whatever I said, he wouldn't have listened.

But I would. And of admired every word of it.

Would a pity I can't?

Dora, you're being unfair.

After all is your father, it could have been fearfully ill-mannered to set myself up against it.

Yes, your manhood.

Well, wouldn't it?

Strong parents find their own cause.

And deep feelings, their own good manners.

I should have thought.

I'm sorry I've disappointed you.

I'm sorry I ask so much.

In our hearts, we know it makes no difference.

I don't know at the moment. What's in my heart?

Or even if I have one? You'd better not count on it.

Something inside me is wasting away.

What's the point of pretending we have an understanding when there's still so much to be understood?

Don't say that, Dora.

I'm sorry.

I know I'm being pretty.

You'd better leave me to walk myself into a little frame of mind.

You know I'm going to stay with Mark in Worcestershire.

How long will you be away?

Two or three weeks.

And I hope when I return you can look forward to meeting a more reasonable person.

That's what I shall try to be at any rate.

Dear James, I really don't mean to hurt you.

I'm sorry.

She seems so contented.

It's such a shame.

But we must write and warn her of mother's condition.

She wouldn't thank us if we didn't let her know.

We've had a letter from Dora at night, Wigfanny.

Mark has hired a pony for her and she's been riding on the Morven hills.

But read it for yourself.

No.

I don't think I want to.

Why not, Fanny? It's as much for you as it is for us.

I mustn't be in their thoughts.

I shouldn't be if they knew.

You knew what, Fanny.

The evil in me.

Oh, Fanny, dear.

Don't touch me.

Keep your hands clean.

Mark?

Dear, what's the matter?

No matter?

Well, aren't you a little frosty for a warm day?

I admit I'm disappointed.

With me.

I thought you would find it idyllic here in a country side you'd never visited before.

And so I do.

I had to look forward to having your...

...close affection.

As I had when you came to Oxford.

God knows there's a little enough to become mine.

I can't do it on it.

But you have it, Mark.

I love being here with you. I love it.

And I'm so grateful for all that you've given me.

But restless.

Not contented.

Foolish to have expected anything else with your head full of young, tatant marriage.

This whole project was quite mistaken.

Oh, no, that's utterly untrue.

I wanted this time with you more than anything.

And I still do.

But I am so anxious about mine.

Oh, why?

Well, I was afraid you might pause going on me if I told you.

But I've dreamt about her.

And it's so frightening.

Last night, in the night before, both times, I saw her.

She drew back the bed curtains and she called me.

Dora.

Dora, Dora.

And I can't help thinking what they say in the dales about the dying.

Calling out on the eve of St Mark.

What superstitious total.

But last night it was more urgent still.

Well, are you a child?

You should grow out of such absurd uneducated notions.

I should.

But I haven't.

And it wouldn't be absurd to go into Worcester, would it, Mark, to collect our letters?

You mean me in that?

Is there anything you want?

I've asked you for two things.

To see Mark.

To receive Holy Communion.

You've refused me both.

You refuse them yourself by your own obstinacy.

Are you going to alter your will at my dictation, or are you not?

Then expect nothing but retribution.

I cannot administer to a sinner who breaks her marriage vows of obedience and is under-attentant.

I cannot, and I will not.

I'm home, mother. I've come to nurse you.

It's been a dark day with me. Give me a hand.

Oh, poor little mother. I'm so glad you asked her.

No.

It's trusting too much to an arm of flesh.

Oh, please, for my sake. I so want your hand in mine.

I must trust in my God alone.

But God has given me to you to help you the little I can.

My poor girls.

My dear children.

It has been a long struggle, but now it is over.

Her sufferings were so great, and one felt so powerless to help.

Our father never entered her room the last two days.

But she never asked for him.

So this last neglect caused her no pain.

The Lord has taken your God-blaut to see the new Lamb.

They'll be back before long.

But I wanted a little time alone with you.

You're not pleased with me.

No one is.

I'm even less pleased with myself.

We can't make you out.

Mark keeps writing to ask what is going on.

In the last letter, he accused me of concealing things from him.

But I can't tell him what I don't know.

All I could say was that I feared things weren't going smoothly between you and James.

When I spoke to you about the coming marriage, you were distressed and avoided the subject.

He's so hurt that you hadn't confided in him.

And blames you. That grieves me very much.

I shall write and tell him so.

Although he hasn't answered any of my letters since I chided him about not attending Mother's funeral.

That affection means so much to me.

And I make such a hatch of it.

Rachel, I've... I've written to James.

I've told him I can't marry him.

Poor James!

Yes, poor James.

I'm fearfully to blame.

The dates have been so good to me.

Now they won't want to hear my name mentioned again.

I'm so lost trying to follow the path you take.

What goes on in you?

You know how fond I am of purchase.

Yes.

I do.

I watch you many more.

I feel the movement almost.

So I know.

I know.

So I can't sleep.

When he smiles or laughs,

even in the slightest way,

I want to keep it to myself.

I like the look of him.

Most...dramly.

So I lost sight of James.

Not all together.

But someone.

That wouldn't do.

Indeed not.

None of it will dora.

Unless you realize how cruel you are using purchase.

He has loved you deeply all these years.

You gave him some cause for hope.

And then suddenly you engage yourself to James.

Yet even then you made so much of purchase.

How can he bear it?

You mustn't.

You must not give purchase hope again.

Unless you mean to marry him.

I'm going to start my life all over again.

My fault has been that wherever the sunlight struck the water,

I plunged him without any consideration.

It struck here with you.

You and Robert.

And purchase.

But there's a warning in the brightness of it.

That tells me I must not be here.

I've made up my mind to leave Huxwell.

I make my own way.

Leave Huxwell.

I've applied for a teaching post in a village in Buckinghamshire.

I've invested 70 pounds of mother's money.

She'll tide me over till I get my first earnings.

What a proud day that will be.

I can hear what Mark would say.

What nonsense that silly girl trying to teach others when she knows nothing herself.

But I weighed my powers.

I like teaching.

I think I can do it.

I'm going to do it.

Good morning, Miss Madison.

Good morning, Mr. Hill.

Are you managing all right?

I hope the children aren't bothering you.

Oh, good day. My family.

And Billy here is worth a brigade.

We shall soon be ship shaped.

I have brought a copy of the Education Committee's report,

which I thought may guide you a little.

I've marked a passage.

It sums up quite succinctly.

Perhaps I may read it to you.

Billy, will you put my people from the dress I can't leave from?

Yes, here it is.

It is quite possible to teach a child all that he needs to know by the time he is ten years old.

He shall read a paragraph in a newspaper with sufficient ease.

If gone to live at a distance from home,

he shall write his mother a letter that should be legible and intelligible.

He shall know enough of ciphering to make out a common shop bill.

This being all that is necessary.

All of is necessary.

And to learn his catechism, of course,

and to be able to follow a plain sermon.

But I won't bother you with it now.

I shall leave it here on the table.

Until tomorrow morning, then.

Thank you.

I think we can do better than that.

Don't you, Billy?

Yes, we can.

Dear is Rachel.

It's a long time since I wrote to you.

It's not easy to have a quiet hour to myself.

And I'm happy it is so.

For I want to use all the talents God has given me in his service.

The children come running to school now as though to a family party.

Secretly the very little ones are my favorites.

They listen so big-eyed to my stories, endlessly interested.

It keeps my imagination at full stretch.

The big girls too are so touching.

My arms quite ache with brushing their tangled hair.

And at night there is plenty of nursing to do.

Wage is too low for doctors' bills.

There's no chemis shock nearer than Newport Paddnall, so they send for me.

I wish I knew more.

But I learned from experience.

Rachel, my little silver teapot has gone.

I'd been out sitting with a man in the village who was dangerously ill.

He died about midnight.

I laid out the body and walked home through the fields about two in the morning.

I saw light burning in my kitchen, picked up my skirts and ran,

burst open the door.

But a tram could come begging earlier in the day,

escaped through the school room window with my teapot.

It tells me I must not get fond of possessions,

though people get taken away too.

And I can't cure myself of loving people.

Dear Dora, Fanny has been seriously ill,

and alas it is not bodily illness but mental.

She became convinced she had committed a dreadful crime

and must escape from the house and hide where she could no longer bring disgrace on her family.

She believed Mark would never forgive her.

She wouldn't eat or drink,

but she would never be able to eat.

She believed Mark would never forgive her.

She wouldn't eat or drink,

except penitential bread and water,

nor permit anyone to touch her.

She insisted she was impure and accused herself of having improper communication with Frank.

In her agony of mind, she threatened to destroy herself.

She is under the care of Dr. Forbes Winslow at the Sussex House Asylum, Hammersmith,

and already, thank God, is showing great improvement.

I blame myself for your pleurisy, Miss Patterson.

I should have taken your cold more seriously.

I remember telling you not to give away, but I was thinking of the children.

I regret that I said it.

You need not, Mr. Hill. I had no intention of getting away.

I was soon aware of that, my dear, to my dismay.

It was fine foolishness.

Going out in the night's nursing and old weathers,

three miles and back through shopping fields with a coffee-barker dog out of his skin.

We shall pack her off on our holidays.

When we miss her as soon as she is well enough to make the journey.

She must have her holiday.

There it will be fasting and praying time until she is back.

Glad as we shall be to think of her resting.

You will be sure you go, Miss.

Yes, I will.

Even though when I was reading just now, I was already halfway to a fishing village,

where I had my first sight and sound of the sea.

It seemed so apt. Where is it now?

Hence in a season of calm weather, though inland far we be,

our souls have sight of that immortal sea which brought us hither,

can in a moment travel hither, and see the children's fort upon us sure.

And hear the mighty waters burning evermore.

Don.

She ain't.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

I thought you were far away in Buckinghamshire.

I've been given a holiday, and we're better than hearing Coughton.

It was only by chance I walked over from Mars today.

You know I have a living there.

Or was it a guiding providence?

I'm glad, whichever it was.

Conversation with the sea was beginning to pour a little.

Weights lose something of their wit in November,

which is why I was bold and talked to those nuns over there.

I was asking them about their hospital in North Ormsby,

and they're going to show me the convalescent home here.

And already a little empty, some.

Will you come over to Mars and see my church?

Take a look at the parish.

I'm going to see the church.

I'm going to see the church.

Come over to Mars and see my church.

Take a look at the parish.

All farmers and fishermen.

I can borrow a pony trap and drive you over.

Will you do that?

I'd love to.

Where are you staying?

Well, with a nice Mrs. Clegg, who causes me like a teapot.

In fact, the pot of tea is waiting for me now.

If you care to join.

I would.

Very much.

Are you happy?

Little Austin.

Is it the life you want, Dora?

You'll never loan me.

It troubles me to think of you alone in that cottage.

Being ill so far away from home.

Tramps climbing in and out of your windows.

One tramp, one window.

You may laugh at troubles, we all say.

We're very considerate gentle.

Tender person, James.

No, it's just the...

Do you have to go back so soon? Do you have to go back at all?

Yes, I have to go back. Of course I do.

I'm very reluctant to let you go.

I'm so fond of you, James. You don't backroaches.

But only we could spend more time together.

We only have ten days of whatever time you can spare.

They shall all be do-a-days for me if you have them so.

Nothing they'll know with it shall come in the way of lies.

I hadn't realized.

Heaven knows I wouldn't want to distress you.

It hadn't ended my head that you'd be so upset.

It would never, never, never do.

I'm afraid your mother is right, James.

It is well over and done with.

And there it should have been left.

Surely you've been hurt enough by the girl.

I dread to think I might end.

You were both very fond of her at one time.

Not out of the way she treated you.

But that isn't the only thing.

Would you have me treat her in the same way?

Is her father sane?

No.

Not always.

At least at one time he was not.

And you know her sister Fanny was put into an asylum.

Threatening to do away with her sister.

He's not so now. She's quite recovered.

And I'm not asking to marry Fanny.

You are asking your children to share that family's blood.

And I'm not at all sure that Dora herself.

The really.

That's monstrous.

We are very afraid for you, James.

The kind of impulsiveness.

That quick excitement she has.

She has a lack of balance that will give me no rest to the end of my days.

Have you really weighed deeply the chances of happiness?

The life ahead or both of you?

I thought I had.

But I couldn't be happy without your blessing.

Well, knowing that I had failed in duty.

Or brought the least shadow of trouble to the dearest of parents.

We may not have so many more years together.

I will write to her.

God bless you, my boy.

As he will.

I'm quite certain you will find such rewards.

I will write to her.

I will write to her.

Come in.

Good morning, Mr. Hill.

Good morning, Miss Patterson.

A sad one for your leaving us.

I can tell you the whole village has a moist eye.

Many of the children are openly in tears.

My roots aren't coming away easily either. I shall miss them hugely.

You cheer ourselves with the thought of your future happiness.

I understand your leaving us to get married.

Sit down, Mr. Hill.

Yes, I thought when I gave in my notice.

Do you remember one saying that you thought the nursing I was able to do here meant as much to me?

Or even more than teaching the children?

I am not going to get married, Mr. Hill.

You are not?

Only to another way of life, which I trust, which I truly believe is the right one.

My sister Fami has joined a nursing sisterhood in Yorkshire, and I intend to do likewise.

To be a nun.

It's an Anglican order, Mr. Hill. Don't be shocked.

It's taken me a long time to realize what was always so clear.

The place I was meant to fill.

With a single eye to God's service, my whole heart, given to God.

And I must confess, I am more than a little attracted by the bonnets and offices.

I am not going to be a little attracted by the

children.

I am not going to be a little attracted by the

children.

I am not going to be a little attracted by the

children.

I am not going to be a little attracted by the

children.

I am not going to be a little attracted by the

children.

I am not going to be a little attracted by the

children.

I am not going to be a little attracted by the

children.

No sister, that's not how it's meant to be. We must begin again.

Now my dear, don't get as hot and that we'll never do.

The point is, will I ever really do?

Why ever not?

Yes.

Why ever not?

Why ever not?

I'll start again.

Has anyone noticed?

Noticed what?

I am wearing my bedroom slippers.

I have lost the shoe.

You can't have lost it.

Yes, I do.

I slipped out at night without permission.

Just to get one breath of the sea.

And a drunk man shouted at me, I am coming to get you.

Me the crap form.

I took to my heels, but one of them stuck in the wet

sand and my sure-good left behind.

You suppose I ought to confess it?

It's not a very serious crime.

But that isn't all.

I find it very painful to pray.

To pray Dora.

Painful.

Well, I could never confess this.

The sisters in the chaplain would be horrified.

You know that large handsome donkey on the shore,

but has a reputation for bucking anyone that tries to get on him.

Well, I asked the donkey man to let me have a try.

I'm sure I could manage him.

But he reared and plunged and landed me on the shingle,

and I grazed my knee rather badly.

That's why it's painful to pray.

Oh, Dora, I don't want to tell anyone,

but you unless you think I ought to,

because I'm so ashamed of my lack of decorum and gravity.

Finally, love, I know it's my vocation to be a nurse.

But is it my vocation to be a nurse?

I'm so ashamed of my vocation to be a nurse.

I'm so ashamed of my vocation to be a nurse.

I'm so ashamed of my vocation to be a nurse.

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