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:22:03
Oh, Mother. I couldn't wear
your funny old shirts now.

:22:09
Good day to you, madam.
Come along, Georgy.

:22:12
You are silly, Mama.
:22:15
- Silly old Mama!
- "I am persuaded it is better.

:22:18
So, for his sake, I must submit. '"
:22:29
Listen, Dobbs, if you'd rather
leave it for some other time,
I can easily find someone else.

:22:33
No. No, no, I'm coming.
:22:35
"I confess it was with quite a pang that I
read Joseph's news of your engagement. '"

:22:39
What?
:22:49
Dobbs, I can't breathe!
:22:57
Good Lord, Dobbs.
Have you lost your mind altogether?

:23:01
It's time I returned to England.
:23:15
Here's your medicine, Sir Pitt.
:23:18
Take it away. There's no medicine
can cure what ails me.

:23:23
I'm dying, Horrocks.
This is the end.
Oh, come, Sir Pitt.

:23:27
Shall I fetch Mr. Pitt?
Or the doctor?

:23:31
Or the lawyer?
:23:33
That's the question, Horrocks.
:23:36
Pitt's had Tilly's money.
:23:39
Shall he have mine too?
:23:44
Or should it go to Rawdon? Hmm?
:23:49
And foxy little Becky?
:23:53
I can fetch the lawyer
if you want me to, sir.

:23:56
Uh? Oh, no.
:23:59
No. Let Pitt have it all. Yeah.

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