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- Why do you smile? - Why do you?

Recalling a certain night.

When you asked me if I liked you.

And do you...

- ...like me still? - Mm, for some strange reason.

As I, perversely, still like you.

Well, that's only fitty.

Everything's fitty, now we're home.

And London and its strange ways are far, far away.

BAN NANTINE: Captain Po/dark...

...if you are reading this letter, then I am dead.

With my demise, you must be made aware of the forces with which you are dealing.

They are without remorse.

If you would preserve yourself and your family,

distance yourself from Ned Despard,

lest the association be fatal to you, as it has been so to me.

Bannantine's dead.

What?

- How? - Drowned.

- His landlady says. - An accident?

Do you think it likely?

Hanson's in Truro.

I can't know if he had a hand in Bannantine's death,

but I do know his presence here...

ls unlikely to be for the good of his health.

He'd be well advised to avoid me.

And you him.

In fact, you'd be well advised to avoid confrontation of any kind.

- So I should go to ground? - Literally, below grass.

Have we broken through yet?

I told them they should've used more powder.

The Colonel must bear with us. We're a cautious lot here.

So the job takes twice as long.

Come, man, where's our derring-do?

(Explosion)

Oh...!

Ned and his fireworks.

Seems to have whetted Master Ross' appetite for them.

Ned learnt his trade building fortifications in America.

He knows what he's doing.

Hm!

Rosina!

Oh, dear, poor Tommy. Have you been fighting?

No, mistress, I'm afeared it's scurvy.

Dr Enys warned me it might return.

Well, that won't do, will it?

Hm?

Thank you, ma'am.

See 'ee, Captain, my lad Arthur be 12 now

and more than fitty for work below grass.

- And when he's 14, he shall have it. - Aye, but that's two year away.

How do you expect him to survive on chillun's wage till then?

You know very well why I keep children above grass until they're 14.

They earn less in the short term.

But in the long run, more.

Cos they live longer.

Now's when the living's needed. My lad's weak with hunger.

And Demelza, at this very moment, is in Sawle handing out supplies.

He don't want charity. He wants men's work.

And if 'ee will not offer it, I know who will.

Come on, lad, we'll ask Warleggan for work.

Your mother would be most aggrieved to think of you neglecting your studies.

But I haven't.

Am I not correct, dear?

We certainly want no dunces here.

- Hm. - (Door opens)

Sir...

My dear, would you care to accompany me to Truro?

- I have matters to attend to at the bank. - Ah, I think not.

Cardy, assist Sir George to his room. He's unwell.

He is no such thing.

My dear, you tell them I'm perfectly fine.

- Cardy, take his arm. - Here, this is...

This is outrageous!

Unhand me! Elizabeth, tell them to unhand me!

See it done by tomorrow. Orders from Mistress Poldark.

It is lucky my sister have such a generous heart, after what 'ee did.

Not many'd give 'ee a second chance.

Maybe I give her a second chance.

How so?

How long do 'ee think I be content to skivvy and scrape and take orders?

It is only biding time till better comes along.

- Better what? - Better work.

Better wage. Better mistress.

Better mate.

Don't trouble 'eeself to fetch this.

I'll have brother Sam send it.

Brother Sam it be, then.

Head of the Royal Cornwall Infirmary?

Well, Dr Enys, it's no more than you deserve.

But more than I desire.

Note the timing. Hard on the heels of the Hadfield trial.

Yes, my love, but whether you like it or not, you are now a celebrity.

- So you think I should accept? - Do you not?

And abandon my patients here?

Well...

...Horace believes your patients here take you very much for granted.

Horace knows that one of the few advantages of being a wealthy squire

is my ability to treat patients without the need to charge excessively.

At least consider it.

I will consider it.

(Laughter)

Sit down. Leave it. Take a seat.

Mr Hanson...

Are you enjoying Cornwall?

I'm here on business, so have little time for pleasure.

Surely the two are not incompatible?

Depending on how one conducts one's business and what its aims might be.

Well, surely the aim of any business is to make a profit?

SOFTLY: Sit down.

(He clears his throat)

- Did you enjoy the pamphlet? - (He chuckles)

I found it a little one-sided.

Like the reports which accused its subject of treason.

Would you happen to know who's responsible?

I don't concern myself with other people's affairs.

Are you quite sure of that?

Ned...

I think we're wanted elsewhere.

What portion of "avoid confrontation" was unclear to you?

Apologies.

I could not resist.

Besides, ask yourself, what really brings that man to Cornwall?

Who's this?

Charlie and Jacob. My apprentices.

Good day to you, sirs.

Can we afford them?

No.

But they come every day, begging to learn

and I can't ask them to work for naught.

- And better here than down the mine. - Don't I know it.

I went below at nine and I'd never wish such a fate on any son of mine.

Wedded bliss!

Are they not enough to recommend the state?

Not to me!

No disrespect, ma'am, but I value my freedom.

Little as it is.

Well, perhaps one day you'll meet a man who'll change your mind.

Urgh!

The man does not exist.

Have you been showing Miss Hanson the sights hereabouts?

- We've visited Hendrawna. - And the holy well?

Now, that we cannot miss.

- You know I don't hold with religion. - This is not religion. This is faith.

And magic.

I must go.

My father will be sending out a search for me.

Cecily... Perhaps one more sight?

(They laugh)

CARY: Is Sir George still resting?

FOOTMAN: We left him undisturbed, sir, as you instructed.

Nephew...

Where did you get that?

Oh, George, what are you doing?

How will that serve any of us?

- It will serve me to be rid of that thief. - Put the pistol down, George.

ROSS". Compose yourself, George.

- What have Isto/en? - CARY: George...

- She was never yours to begin with. - Never.

- CARY: George, it is me. - lpity you.

- Nephew, it's your uncle. - ROSS: But there it is.

- I don't want your pity - Nephew...

- I want you in hell. - ROSS: That'll be the day.

- Just put the pistol down. - You were always an atrocious shot.

Urgh!

(Cary thumps to the floor)

Mr Ralph Hanson to see you, sir.

Uncle...

Sir George is not to leave this room.

- Yes, sir. - Uncle...

- Did I hear a gunshot? - What?

Ah, yes, our gamekeeper.

(He clears his throat)

You'll forgive me calling unannounced.

I'm in the district on business

and wondered if we might resume our negotiations

concerning our mutual interests in Honduras.

Oh, well, that might prove somewhat tricky.

Sir George has been called away to the North of England.

- When does he return? - Ah, well, there's no definite day.

These things take time, as you well know.

Well, time is of the essence if we are to purchase more slaves

and harvest our new territories.

(Clattering of furniture)

Young Valentine.

Clumsy child.

(Loud crashing)

The boy's getting out of hand. I must go and reprimand him.

Allow me to show you out.

It was a right of way, till Sir Warleggan fenced it off.

Could we not explore?

It was, after all, a Poldark house.

And may be again.

But for now...

...no Poldark must set foot in it.

Come on.

Clowance!

Folk ask, how can God love us when he let the harvest fail?

When mines close? When children starve?

What more do the Lord require of us?

Paflence.

Forbearance.

Fortitude.

Rum and gaff!

Jesus tells us, as the Father loved me...

He have no gratitude.

Everyone do know Captain Poldark employs more than he needs,

and pays more than he can afford.

Yes.

But is it enough?

Perhaps once, but now?

There have never been such scarcity.

Could more be done?

I'd say so, mistress.

Unless rich folk be happy to see girls go sell themselves down Truro Quay.

- Is that their only choice? - Reckon so, ma'am.

We ain't all lucky enough to sell our body to our master

for the price of a wedding ring, mistress.

She had no business to say that.

She's right.

I knew what I was doing when I went to Ross' room that night.

He was an honourable man...

...and I took advantage, in his time of weakness.

I too.

14 nights I...

...nursed my master through the fever.

On the 15th night, he asked me to his bed and lwent willingly.

Before you were his wife?

Mama, can I read to you?

- Yes, if you like. - And me, Mama. Can I?

I'm the best. I'm better than Tommy.

He can't read a single word.

Why can't he, Mama?

- I expect no-one's taught him. - Why not?

Because they didn't think it mattered.

Where have you been?

Exploring.

I dislike the thought of you roaming the countryside.

- I meant the shops, Papa. - Ah.

Truro is so quaint.

Well, make the most of it.

As soon has my business here is concluded,

we shall be returning to civilisation.

What is that business, Papa?

When I deem it needful for you to know, you will be informed.

I admire your patience.

- To who? - Your rebellious housemaid.

Not only does she try to burn the house down...

Well, she swears she did not.

But she resolutely declines to know her place.

And did I know my place when first I came?

She's as unlike you as it's possible to be.

And, yes, you did.

Except for that night...

...when I came to your room.

I think, if you had not, I'd have come out and fetched you.

(They giggle)

- Lord, Ross, what an urchin I was. - Mm.

I was fond of that urchin.

Imagine if she'd remained as she was, though.

Never learnt manners...

...to read or write.

You could never have married her.

Because I cared if you could scrawl your own name?

But I cared.

And now it seems to me that the true difference betwixt commons and gentry

is simply that - learning.

Because, without it, no-one can rise above their station.

Wave an 'flea...

We have nigh on 50 children working above grass at Wheal Grace.

But Captain Poldark has agreed to give them Saturday afternoon off,

with pay, so they can learn reading and writing.

Children don't need schooling, they need feeding.

The Lord say, "Man do not live by bread alone."

- Will learning house or clothe a body? - Not yet.

- But in the long run... - Now! Now is when we need it.

Not sometime next century!

Daughter!

How do you like our Cornish climate?

Better than London's, I can assure you.

(He spits)

Let him be.

He's not worth your attention.

- I applaud your forbearance. - Well, I do not.

Such affronts should not be tolerated.

Do you think to challenge him to a duel?

I think I might challenge the entire county.

A gather, to which the great and the good of the county will be summoned.

- For the purpose ? - Of broadening their narrow little minds.

I told 'ee it would fall on deaf ears.

And yet, forgive me...

...how can they appreciate what they're missing

if they don't understand the benefits?

Why did you all learn to read?

So I could preach the gospel of Our Lord.

So I'd not disgrace myself in company.

So I wouldn't be sent away to school.

So I could write letters to Miss Morwenna Chynoweth.

You see?

You all had cause to learn.

These people have none.

Well, none that they can see.

(Knock on the door)

My brother Tommy's thirsty.

Can he beg a cup of milk?

Of course.

Come in.

Come in.

Please, take a piece of cake.

Thank you.

Would you like to look at this picture book while you eat your cake?

The evidence is there.

Not prejudice or supposition, but scientifically ratified by men

who are experts in the field.

The eminent Carl Linnaeus. Do you know him?

Lady Whitworth brought him.

Apparently they share some business interests.

Divides the human species into four distinct varieties.

At the top, naturally, is the Europaeus Albus.

Fair, white, blue-eyed, strong-minded, rational, discerning.

Genteel, inventive, noble, pure...

And at the bottom?

Oh, your Africanus Niger.

Small of brain, broad of skull...

My dears, how delightful to see you.

Crafty, cunning.

Come and meet some of our guests.

And incapable of understanding anything other than brute force

and simple instruction.

May I present our friends Colonel and Mrs Despard?

Lady Whitworth.

Dr Penrose.

Did I hear you correctly, sir?

I am cunning, witless and in need of a beating?

Of course, he speaks purely from a scientific perspective.

My dear Lady Whitworth, it's so comforting to feel superior, is it not?

Especially when we have science to back us up.

I can only apologise. Caroline thought to invite all the local worthies.

But, forgive me, I should have checked.

Please...

...don't distress yourself.

Our paths need not cross.

I'm sure she'll be eager to avoid me.

Oh... Could it get any worse?

May I offer you a brandy?

Morvvenna, I am so glad you came.

Lord, they're as fearless as you.

Am I fearless?

How else does a miner's brat rise to be a great lady?

(She scoffs)

I'm a great lady?

It is why Tess do envy 'ee.

Tess? Why bring she in?

Why indeed.

Were it I, she'd not come within five mile of aught I love.

But you seem blind to her malice.

Because I'd give her the benefit of the doubt?

I hope 'ee will not live to regret it.

Mr Warleggan.

Is Sir George with you?

He's been called away to the North on business.

I trust he's well-armed. I hear it's quite barbaric.

Do you know Dr Penrose? Incumbent Head of the Cornwall Infirmary?

I believe another candidate thrust himself forward.

But his eccentric views will count against him.

Views?

On lunacy, sir.

This individual espouses methods which go against all proven treatments.

Proven, you say?

May I speak with Your Ladyship?

Would you excuse me?

Might I consult with you, sir...

...on a private matter?

Lady Whitworth, would you be so kind as to tell me how John Conan is?

I see no reason to account to you for the welfare of my grandson.

Begging your pardon, ma'am.

But as a mother, if ever you felt a mother's love...

...or loss...

...what harm can it do to tell her what she longs to hear?

John Conan is a somewhat sickly child.

He has two tutors, a fencing master, a riding instructor and a personal physician.

He's being educated as befits a Whitworth-Godolphin

and I'm confident he'll surpass even the attainments of his eminent father.

Your Ladyship is very kind.

May I ask...

...does he ever speak of me?

Your name is never mentioned.

It is best for all concerned that both parties forget the other exists.

You may rely upon me, sir.

I am the soul of discretion.

I wonder what business he's about now?

Hunting a suitable match for you?

Let's assist him.

What shall we look for in my future husband?

Obscene wealth.

A monstrous, grand estate. An ancient family name.

Not forgetting utter stupidity.

For then he'll not notice that I have a brain, where he does not.

But then, how could you respect him?

I could not.

In which case...

...how could he expect me to be faithful?

Lord, what a terrifying creature you are!

Does your friend not find Cornwall chilly after the jungles of Honduras?

My friend has lived in England for some time, sir.

- I think she's used to the climate. - She should make herself at home.

I believe her stay will be of some duration.

This is not my home, sir.

Nor my husband's.

Our home is the Bay. And we intend to return there with all possible speed.

I find that strange.

Here, you almost pass as civilised.

Whereas there, you must always be reminded of your savage origins.

My husband, before he freed me...

...bought me from a man named O'Hara.

O'Hara?

Your overseer.

My mother begged him to sell me.

Because she would not have you debauch me!

I was 12!

Is it not a slave's duty to perform as directed?

You should have been grateful for my notice.

As you should be grateful that the first I hear of this is in the house of my friends,

whose hospitality I will not abuse by spilling your guts in full view of their guests.

Ned, Ned... Our motto Ned...

Allow me.

Now do you see why he was known as Mad Ned in the Bay?

Known by whom?

His colleagues?

His workers? I think not.

Nor his secretary.

Who's sadly no longer with us. But, of course, you knew that.

L'?

- I had no notion. - Oh...

Now, why do I doubt that?

Indeed, why do I think you had a hand in his demise?

I assure you, I know nothing of such.

If you do not...

...who does?

Sir, you're standing on my foot.

Oh, I do beg your pardon. How careless of me.

Urgh!

Ross! Judas, what are you thinking?

- Come away! What's got into you? - This man had Bannantine killed.

Let me through, there's been an accident!

Accident at Wheal Plenty!

A massive rock fall in the 30 level.

Blocked main shaft. Up to 20 miners missing.

- Some of them children. - If the main shaft's blocked,

- what means of escape have they? - None.

- Oh, dear God...! - Will the Warleggans attempt a rescue?

Has word been got to Sir George yet?

(George coughs and splutters)

These will relieve the melancholic congestion of the brain.

Blistering will draw out the noxious humours.

Bleeding will expunge the mephitic matter rioting in the bloodstream.

And this decoction of lachryma papaveris

will subdue the animal spirits which have seized the patient in their grip.

(Knock on door)

FOOTMAN: From Wheal Plenty, sir.

Come to commiserate, have 'ee?

My Arthur trapped below grass.

And you've come to make excuses for the sins of thy ilk!

What ilk?

Wheal Plenty's none of ours.

What difference do it make?

What care any mine owner about his slaves?

About my Arthur?

Well, you should know, Jacka, since you've worked for Ross long enough

and know he'd never ask you to do aught he wouldn't do himself.

All mine owners should be taught a lesson.

If they lost they mines, they'd soon lose their fancy living.

And what'd that solve?

Would it not bring more misery?

Don't talk to me about misery till 'ee have lost a son.

Oh, Arthur...!

(She sobs)

Bessie...

Why do we never go to the sea?

That Will be all.

Captain Poldark, sir.

What do you intend to do about Wheal Plenty?

Mine Captain Carter here has assessed the damage

and regrets that any attempt to clear the main shaft will take at least three weeks.

Too late for any survivors.

And the cost would be prohibitive.

In Sir George's absence, I have taken the decision...

...to close the mine.

- Permanently? - Permanently.

And the livelihoods of those who survived?

They may thank God they're still alive to seek employ elsewhere.

This is the main shaft.

Here I suspect is where the poor souls will have fallen.

This level peters out to the south.

Where did it lead before it petered out?

It comes out about here by the caves, just off Tregunna Cove.

Could we blast inwards,

break through to the 30 level from here?

It'd take precision.

And we can't be sure exactly how far we'd be from the main shaft.

I have a fair idea. And though it grieves me to say so,

it's folly to even consider it.

Well, I say to hell with it.

Who's with me?

DEMELZA: Have you any notion of the risks involved?

Judas, Ross, it's not even our mine.

So the attempt must be a secret.

We've no right to interfere. And if the Warleggans get word,

they will doubtless sue us for trespass

Meanwhile, I'm supposed to look Morvvenna and Caroline in the face

- and pretend you've all gone fishing? - Excellent idea.

Ross, I despair of you.

My love, if it were Jeremy trapped below,

would you not be begging me to bring him home?

Yes, I'd be begging you.

Just promise me you won't let Drake and Sam take any risks.

I intend to leave all the risk to Ned.

(George cries out)

(He pants and gasps)

For a man of Sir George's stubbornness...

...conventional treatments are of no effect.

A more robust approach is thus required.

- Who knows these caves? - I.

The nearest point to the tunnel is through here.

- Do we go after them? - There's no point.

Just leave it to the Colonel.

(Knock on door)

You'd like to see some books?

And perhaps a piece of cake?

Yeah?

Fuse lit!

Take cover!

(Loud explosion)

Right, lads, no time to lose. Follow me.

Where's my Tommy? I want him home.

He wants to learn to read.

I've lost one son to greedy mine owners. I won't lose another to highfalutin' nonsense!

Jacka, until children are taught their letters,

they'll have no choice but to risk their lives down the mine.

Is that what you want for your child?

- Don't 'ee tell me what's best for my child! - Something's happening at Wheal Plenty!

Come on!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Now, we must cross that first.

(Rumbling)

My boy.

Help him.

It grieves me to say it, but we'll never reach them before the roof comes down.

Let's not waste time chattering.

Clear the way!

No!

Ned!

- Ross, he knew the risk. - Stand aside.

- Consider a moment. - No, no, no.

Ross...

Next time you find me dying on the battlefield, walk on.

I could've managed it myself.

But I had to find some way to get you to cross.

Make haste.

- Are any alive? - Yes.

We need to find something to bridge the gap.

(George cries out in agony)

I want to speak to Papa.

(Baby wails)

"Demand the mine owners take steps to effect a rescue."

Oh, these people...!

Rescue be damned.

(He cries out in pain)

- Are they alive? - Some of them.

It's a miracle any survived.

Arthur?

It's Jimmy Rogers.

Billy Nanfan.

(Man cries out)

Keep them props steady.

Come on, boy, we've got you.

Send it back.

Bring him here. Lay him down.

- It's Robby Kernow. - Fetch water

- You're safe now, child. - Make way.

Are you in pain? Can you tell me where it hurts?

Dead or alive?

Alive, I think.

Is it Arthur?

Is it my Arthur?

Is he dead? Tell me, is he dead?

He's breathing.

Easy, son.

That's it, easy...

(Door opens)

- What happened? - Well...

Er, we might have been to Wheal Plenty,

formed a rescue party to see if there was aught to be done.

And was there?

14 brought out alive.

And you didn't tell me you were going!

Well, would 'ee have let me?

Have 'ee looked outdoors lately?

CARY: This is inhuman.

As is the patient.

A lunatic, you see, has lost all reason, which is the essence of his humanity.

His unchained animality can only be mastered

by discipline and brutalising.

I swear, I could sleep for a week.

Where's your backbone, man?

Kitty! Demelza!

- Vittles and rum! - Why not?

Look at that, a roaring fire.

Forgive me if I don't share the general euphoria.

- You mislike Ned? - On the contrary.

I admire him. I agree with everything he stands for.

But what happened today was an act of pure folly.

Yes, it turned out well, thanks to Ross.

But it could have ended in utter catastrophe.

Will you say this to Ross?

He's not ready to hear it.

In America, Ned was a hero.

Or so I thought.

But I begin to view his brand of recklessness

as more akin to madness.

I wish I'd known, I would've helped.

I'm glad you did not. There was loss of life.

You think I've not seen death?

My mother nursed dying slaves.

Unbeknown to my father.

She sounds remarkable.

She was.

As is her daughter.

- What's that child doing out alone? - That's my brother.

- Valentine... - Geoffrey Charles!

I come to offer my congratulations.

14 souls saved at Wheal Plenty.

Oh! Ah. Er...

- Well... - Another master stroke.

And Cecily, being a sentimental soul, will warm to Sir George

if she believes it was his idea.

Which, of course, it was.

Right, now, your hand. Not that.

I hope you don't mind.

We found him in the village unattended.

- Valentine... - Morwenna!

You must find it rather dull being there by yourself.

Very dull.

Well...

Jeremy, Clowance, come.

Here's two friends you can play with.

Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you, too.

Good boy.

(Door closes)

Since Miss Hanson is with you in Truro...

The moment Sir George returns,

we will move matters forward with all possible speed.

♪ I do hold a finger to my tongue

♪ I do hold a finger waiting

♪ My heart is sore until it joins in song

♪ With your heart mating. ♪

(Applause)

(General fireside chatter)

Why did you do that?

I thought you were about to fall.

Would it matter?

I wonder, would you allow me to accompany you back to Trenwith?

Er...

Would you excuse me a moment?

Lucy“.

Away.

May I ask how Sir George came by these injuries?

They're not injuries, sir.

They are the result of prescribed interventions for his condition.

- Which is? - (He scoffs)

Call yourself an expert on mental conditions?

Sir George is quite clearly in the grip of animal spirits.

What other interventions has he suffered?

My nephew has been frozen, burnt, blistered, drowned and shackled.

And you permit this?

My concern was to have my nephew cured as quickly as possible

and to keep his illness a secret.

Sir George is clearly suffering from the acute distress

of losing a beloved wife.

He requires kindness and patience. The only lunatic in this room is there.

For the sake of your nephew, I beg you, dispense with this brute.

His methods will induce madness, not cure it.

Come on, you two, time for bed.

- Ross... -Hm?

- The child needs to go home. - I'll take him.

Goodnight, Papa.

I'll keep you company.

After all, Trenwith is my house.

- And if George objects, I'll... - I'll come, too

I'd like to see your "monstrous, grand estate".

Well, I, er...don't wish to keep you.

It's almost as if you're trying to get rid of me.

Oh!

- The very idea... - Look who brought me home.

Home? From where? Where have you been?

He was found wandering alone in Sawle village.

Did no-one realise he was missing?

Do you think she would have liked me?

I think she would have found you...

Unruly?

- Unladylike? - A little.

But she loved me.

And would have made it her business to love anyone I...

...admire.

Think highly of.

ROSS: Does George not care about the welfare of his son?

Sir George is away in the North of England.

No, he isn't! He's upstairs. I've seen him.

Good evening.

Papa!

- I was not expecting... - No.

I see that.

I must congratulate you, sir, on the daring rescue at Wheal Plenty.

Sir George has written...

...offering the use of our town house in Truro for the duration of your stay.

Well, that's very generous of him.

But Cecily and I will be travelling to Bristol...

- ...where I have business. - Oh, must we...?

Since Sir George is in such a benevolent mood,

perhaps he'd care to fund his stepson's first year at the military academy.

- Oh, I, er... - Since he can well afford it.

To whom should the note be made payable?

Did Ross ever tell you of James Creek?

Where he got his scar.

He never mentions it.

Ned does.

The skirmishes they fought. The ambushes they plotted.

How they egged each other on.

How they came to think of themselves as invincible.

Do you wonder why it took me so long to come to you?

Do you think I didn't look for a less impetuous man

to champion my husband?

But none stepped forth, so...

...I took his offer gratefully.

So I know what it is you fear.

That apart they can be restrained or reasoned with.

But set them together and one of these days...

They'll bring the whole world down upon their heads.

Consider this a loan.

Convey our gratitude to Sir George.

Geoffrey Charles!

Will you come again, brother?

Gladly.

- May I visit you again? - If you like.

Is it my fault that Bannantine died?

- If I'd never given out those pamphlets. - My love...

...neither of us could have known what we were dealing with.

But Wickham...

When he bid you report on Ned...

...what matter of act did he mean?

Openly treasonable?

Or random acts

as might betray a reckless...

...or unbiddable nature?

Such as happened today at the mine and Killewarren.

That in itself could not be construed as seditious.

But it concerns me how volatile and...

...impetuous Ned is.

Whereas you are the soul of restraint

But Wickham need not know.

If you do not tell him.

He'll not hear it from me.

But from someone else, he might.

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