MARLBOROUGH: This is the town of Lille, in a valley in France.
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- What? - There's something soothing on my legs, it takes the burn out. What is it? Oh, herbs, of some sort.
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[PANTING]
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It does seem so.
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This cannot be all of it. - It is, ma'am. - Don't lean at me! Shall we request another fabric piece from your cousin in Florence?
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It is just money.
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"I dreamt I stabbed you in the eye."
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I do not know whether to speak of it. What is it?
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Perhaps it was lost or eaten by mice on the long journey. No, I just want to know that all my mail is here. ABIGAIL: Of course. Footman, go and check again. Immediately.
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"My dearest...
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Money?
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It is gone.
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Mrs. Morley... I..."
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I am in a quandary... and you are my dearest one.
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Incompetent.
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Shall I request it back on his return?
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Abigail, get a platter of oysters sent to the Dutch ambassador. Yes, Your Ladyship.
