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:19:00
Can you tell Sir Pitt Crawley
that Miss Sharp has arrived.

:19:03
And bring in my trunk
if you please.

:19:05
- Miss Sharp?
- Yes, Miss Rebecca Sharp.

:19:09
Governess to your master's children.
Now, will you kindly let me pass?

:19:12
Certainly.
:19:14
As for telling Sir Pitt,
there's no need.

:19:19
Why not?
You've just told him yourself.

:19:46
¤¤For these and all Thy other gifts ¤¤
:19:49
¤ May the Lord make us truly thankful ¤
:19:52
¤¤Amen ¤¤¤¤
Ah.!

:19:56
You haven't met Lady Crawley,
my dear.

:19:59
She's the girls' mother.
She's not the mother of my sons.

:20:01
Is she, Pitt? No.
:20:04
Pitt's mother, my first wife,
she was the daughter of a lord,

:20:09
which makes him grander
than all of us put together,
doesn't it, Pitt?

:20:14
Whatever you say, sir.
:20:17
Oh, yes. Very grand.
:20:20
Too grand for me.
But this one ain't.

:20:23
Her father was an ironmonger,
wasn't he, my lady?

:20:28
He was, sir.
Yeah.

:20:31
When shall we discuss
the girls' lessons?

:20:33
My strengths are music,
drawing and French,

:20:36
but I can teach them
whatever you wish.

:20:38
You'll be kind to my girls,
Miss Sharp?

:20:42
Oh!
:20:44
Don't worry. I'll treat them
just as sensitively as they deserve.

:20:48
Hmph.
Hmph.

:20:51
What is this?
It's, uh,

:20:54
"Potage de mouton à I'Ecossaise. '"
:20:56
Oh, mutton broth.
:20:59
What sheep was it, Horrocks?
When did you kill?


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