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Well I had done all I could. So had the children. But John was stubborn as a mule. Judy was to go away to school and that was that. Really I could not understand how John could have been so… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

He thought it was for the best The rest of us were sure it was for the worst. So that Monday. Miss Ruull was like a house of mourning. That's right, not going to paint all that but Bredjant! We haven't forgotten anything, have we? You know he is making a mistake. Oh moth, I've tried.

Aranda.

Aranda u Edouard no.

Guauightiuguido, ‒GiYouS aR.

Wosette, ori au sIntna, guauw definitom unantua...

…ja gou Labo en schu

Ciao Lisa!

Onne, onne.

Judy, ples, don't blame me.

Dear Wilkins, sted m'other.

I don't blame anyone except myself.

Serves me right.

Everyone says the mountains are quite heavenly this time of year.

Ellen, yes, cop!

Come on, dear.

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A tinder, a tinder.

No doubt we'll find out how Judy is when he gets home.

If he tells us, I'll bid those old crows at the school of stop to writing.

Yeah.

I told him to get a day-goal to send one.

Esther, it's been three weeks since we've heard from her.

I know.

May come.

It's a French lesson today.

She'll be him in the four o'clock fairy.

Stupid of, carthia, I suppose.

Older this makes friend.

No doubt I ACC Sans...

At your age...

I was only..

Really Martha?

Is that the shopping list...

All I would for myself was in trade?

All right, then I'll send Bridget.

Dinner will be late, but on the captains coming home early.

You boy.

ASAP

Alden en Jogpan ferj trivityg es quis aztena a Galen.

E Dragon Esch adjusting,

Their voices are younger than my,

but in July winged to rot,

as soon as we met their Departament all year round in the morning.

我是緊low,

lots of people are laughing

and not falling in the same distance.

M-my heart is dying!

M-fist!

Dem, de Graham, that's how I treat your heart?

Oh, cruel cruel woman!

She is eating me alive!

Silly, what's your say, Margarete Sherry?

Come, Miss Walcott!

Own up!

I had looked!

Look at me!

Margarete, m-b-d-d-d-e-god!

Come to my arm!

Oh, isn't he awful?

Miss Walcott, they await you.

Excuse me, please.

May I pass?

Sorry, Ellen, old boy.

Can a turf?

Pity your brother has such a minimum of manners, Mr. Courtney.

Old's all right.

Just getting a bit old.

Mr. Carthy, Mrs. of Horne.

Are you sure?

Mr. Yurford told us today he's going to Melbourne,

so no more French for a month.

No more trips on the ferry twice a week?

No more for a whole month.

Oh, how would you and I go to exist?

Yes, don't you have my heart?

Sinner.

But look here.

Why don't we meet anyway?

Well, next Friday, see.

Just for a little walk, and a...

Talk.

We couldn't.

Father wouldn't...

I'll muggle it. You were too affant on.

After all, we could shep around each other.

Let's meet in the panic behind your orchard.

Truly, if my father saw...

I'll Fridays your father's late night, isn't it?

No one can see from your place or from our...

Make it half past six.

Still light, but...

This is greatly dimming.

For just an hour.

Well, you do promise to come.

Of course she does.

Yes.

But back padded by the old red gum.

Six thirty next Friday.

And don't forget.

Meg, please come.

I'm going to ask you for something on Friday, and...

Do you think I'll get it?

What?

I kiss.

And they're just too awful.

Marguerite, you're not blushing.

I don't think...

I really don't think we should...

You're just twelve.

Not a bit over twelve.

Really, I have a good mind to tell Andrew to bring a baby's rattle.

My dear, quite a conquest.

My father handsomeest of the courtly voice.

Oh, I thought he...

The other one looked quite nice.

In a way, mushroomy, really, but so...

Traypoo.

Nessapar.

Nessapar.

Nessapar.

Nessapar.

Baby, don't you look a mess.

Is that awful order coming into our play?

I'm missing it.

Coffee, baby, dear.

Order.

You're going to read that story like you promised us?

Well, I'm really a pig in the bed, wolf.

Have to write me, baby.

Yes, it's now.

Do run along children.

Mark are we tonight busy?

Her name's not Maggie, right?

I like the straight little pig now.

Oh, dear, I'm fond of Terry Blow.

Hey, you're a terrible old hen yourself, Albert McCavvy.

And I wish a great deep job.

We can't blow to the mid-niss party this evening.

Oh, you little...

Yes, oh, wait, go away, back of your...

No, I don't have stories no more.

Oh, Terry, sorry, olden.

Terry, open.

Yeah, take your things.

Meg, the general shot himself in a cupboard.

Well, for goodness sake, now get him out.

I can't. He just won't listen to me.

Martha, will you go and see to the general?

Mr. Odie never had any trouble with him.

If you want her after an ante, it's a...

Talk clear the way, I'm afraid you're too late.

It's all right, Martha.

Your father's early night, you know.

Yes, I know.

Was there any mail?

That's all.

Really, the servants these days.

Meg, oh, hello.

Hello?

Meg, I'm worried about Judy.

Should be all right.

Then why haven't we heard?

I don't know.

Why didn't you let me send that letter?

Indeed.

With all those terrible lies.

They weren't lies.

I said if I didn't go home, I'd die.

And so I will.

Making a small measles outbreak sound like...

The pubonic plague.

My dear, you know it's against the rules

to give letters to day girls to post.

We had no option but to confiscate it.

And indeed, you know it's a matter of time.

And indeed, you know it's a matter of time.

We had no option but to confiscate it.

And indeed, probably saving your father

from unnecessary anxiety.

Helen, have you been so mistreated here?

I must go home.

I think your father knows what's best for you.

But he doesn't. He never does.

Child, but you are dismissed.

I wonder if her father does no best.

He's a man.

Where's your tape measure?

Orders?

How long must I go on like this?

You mustn't dream of taking it off.

Uptrapit, you just won't feel it.

Dear, twenty, you've only managed three inches.

Isn't that enough?

Marguerite, eighteen or nineteen at the very most.

That's if you want a really fashionable shape.

We must get it in.

My dear, your very first designation.

Isn't it exciting?

Oh, yes.

Honestly, I don't think I should go.

Marguerite, if you don't come out, I'll never forgive you.

But we must do something about your figure.

Carol, go on, my little girl.

Dear, you can't help being his poorest church, my dear.

But there's no need to be entirely to mow.

Oh.

It's Stuller's deadboard, a sensula of fiss.

We don't seem to have half the fun.

We all get split up.

The father's got to send for you.

It appears there was an outbreak of measles at the school.

Oh, John, is Judy all right?

At the moment, yes.

The Mrs. H's Burton, the son of the father,

the son of the father, the son of the father,

the son of the father, the son of the father,

the son of the father, the son of the father,

the Mrs. H's Burton feel that she should not be exposed

to the epidemic.

In short, I wish to know whether she should be sent home.

Of course she should.

There are other alternatives and indeed considerations.

John, this is her home.

Must come home, please.

Must.

Judy.

Judy.

Miss Burton wants you.

I'm going home. You see, I'm going home.

No, Helen, I'm afraid you're not to go home.

We have received a reply from your father in today's post

and he says he would much prefer you to accept Mrs. Otley's kind invitation

to stay with him at Coutulver.

But it's only a bit over three weeks before the holidays.

And if I go there for two weeks,

what sense is there in coming back for just a week?

Helen, your father wishes you to remain here at school

for the holidays.

The holidays?

So you will return here after the quarantine period.

So I want to go home.

Would you wish to expose your family to infection?

I must go home.

Helen, we must abide by your father's decision.

Don't lose the tickets there.

Your mother will meet you at the station.

And I shall meet you on your return.

The two thirty from Coutulver on the twenty-fourth.

Yes, please.

Oh, yes, please.

Oh, yes, please.

Oh, yes, please.

Now, you can be tired.

You're going to be free.

I'm going to go home.

I'm going home.

I'm going home.

It's time to go home and eat the rest of the food.

And do get out of the station.

And you'll be out of the window.

Isn't it wonderful?

Oh, holidays, weeks, early.

It's awful, but I'm glad he did the medway, got measles.

Poor thing.

Oh, Judy, we'll have something marvelous time.

I promise.

I know you wanted to go home, but honestly, we'll make up for it.

How much have you got?

How much?

Money.

About two shillings, I think.

Will you lend it to me?

Of course I will.

But you won't make it in Coutulver.

I told you, Mary, and I'm not going with you to Coutulver.

But...

Seven shillings from Black Heath.

That leaves about one in the strip in Taedney.

Judy?

Mary, for goodness' sake, we're almost there.

I'll pay you back.

Two and four.

That leaves three in the seven in Taedney.

Heaps.

What for?

To get me home.

But you can't.

I ain't mommy's waiting for us at Coutulver.

I'm only going as far as Black Heath.

Tell her the plan was changed and I went home after all.

But his burden won't know a thing.

I'll be returning with you on the tooth at the Coutulver on the 24th.

Only I'll catch it at Sydney.

But you father.

What the eye can't see. The captain can't grieve, can he?

But Judy, you mustn't.

You can't.

I can if you keep your mouth shut.

Are you my friend?

Judy, you know I am.

Then swear you'll keep quiet.

Please, Judy.

Or I'll never speak to you again.

I swear.

Sid, wet, Sid, dry, cross your heart and hope to die.

Sid, wet, Sid, dry, cross my heart and...

Judy!

Spit!

It's not sealant to your spit.

Good.

Good.

Four hours.

That's right.

Next through to Sydney, 155 pm day train from Orange.

Stopping on a Coutulver, Penra, Strathfield.

You're lucky.

It doesn't usually stop here.

After Coutulver, it doesn't stop until Penra.

Don't stop straight down the mountains.

Headed to Sydney, 5 past 5 on the dock.

Just in time for the 5.30.

Go on.

Here.

That's for Coutulver.

Can't stand a place.

How much is it to Sydney?

To you, 7 Bob.

Do you want to take it?

No, I'll get it later.

Do you know what it feels like to have just escaped from prison?

Hello.

What were you in for then?

Erda.

I killed off a hundred schoolgirls and five or six teachers in cold blood.

Go on.

Bodys?

No, just the head and Mr. Sid.

Can I leave it here?

I wanted to look at the view.

You're a short one, but...

No, just groans every now and then.

Idiots.

Well, I'll watch it.

Hey, wait a minute.

I don't need these anymore.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

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I failed to see why you were still worried.

There's been no word from her.

Good Lord, she's being well looked after.

The uplies are excellent people.

In my opinion, I made the only decision possible.

If she came home, it would be twice as hard to send her back.

But surely the children would...

I mean for me, dammit.

Does no one consider that I might miss the girl?

Dear John, why do we always underestimate you?

Must everything be spelled out?

John, she must be terribly hurt.

Right to her.

Kind letter.

I'm sure Helen at least understands my reasoning.

Very well, my dear.

I shall write, as you say.

I'm sorry.

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