:18:05
Look at that dress.
:18:07
You can almost stroke
the satin.
:18:10
And the wine winkling
through the glass.
:18:15
Can you imagine yourself
in such finery, Griet?
:18:21
She loved it, you know.
:18:23
Lace and satin pressed tight
against the plump little bubbies.
:18:28
The silk, heavy on her thighs.
:18:31
The gentlemen watching.
:18:35
My God, she was happy.
:18:37
She thought she was somebody.
:18:39
All dressed up like a lady.
:18:43
Green as grass,
mind you.
:18:47
She had only worked there
a few months
:18:49
before Master Van Ruijven
brought her over to be painted.
:18:52
Got her into that fine red dress.
:18:57
Poured wine down her
like he was forcing a goose.
:19:00
That dress
can't have stayed on long.
:19:01
She was carrying his by-blow
before the painting was dry.
:19:10
He thinks we don't know
how to celebrate a birth, does he?
:19:35
Tanneke: Come on, keep up.
:19:44
Butcher: Come on now, my little one.
I've got a lovely apple for you.
:19:47
The price was three guilders,
I'm sure of that.
:19:50
Three guilders...
thank you.