Original subtitles

Sugar: It's a book of hate, to wreak revenge on every pompous,

trembling worm who taps at Mrs. Castaway's door.

And you are?"Sugar" is all there is to myname.

Your life is going to be very different from now on.

I would like you to move to Chepstow Villas...

To live in yourhouse?

...and become Sophie's governess.

19 years...Mother --

...since we embarked on this life together.

Your life is becoming quite shrouded in mystery.

I'm so curious.

Who is that lady, Sophie?

[Tearfully] Agnes, what have you done?

-Please, I-I'm ready.

Get me away. You're my only hope.

Am I still your little girl?

Yes. Of course you are.

I am not a madwoman!

Agnes is to be put away.

But, William --

No one is going to hurt you anymore.

AGNES: Is it time?

Oh! Oh! Ah!

Lostwithiel.

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I have to t-tell the p--

It's worse when you excite yourself.

P-Police.

I have to tell the police.

[Crying] Agnes may be in need of urgent rescue.

Of course, William, but --

It's not a simple question of being dead or alive.

There is a f-fate worse than death.

As we speak, some foul hag, such as your Mrs. Castaway,

could be installing her in some bawdy-house.

I'm quite sure Agnes is too frail

to be made use of in that way.

Haven't you read More Sprees?

There's a nice little trade going in dying girls.

Or perhaps you've forgotten?

Where was this Convent of Health

that she blathered on to you about?

Well, I'm not sure it was a place

that had a... physical reality.

You know she disappeared before?

Miss Sugar found her with half her toes sliced off in the snow.

Miss Sugar? The governess.

She's not a Rescue girl, is she?

Oh, for heaven's sake, of course not.

Emmeline, you're becoming fixated on that subject.

SOPHIE: "Let me think.

I almost think I can remember feeling

a little different.

But if I'm not the same, the next question is,

who in the world am I?

Ah, that's the great puzzle!"

I'm so glad you're enjoying your Christmas book, Sophie.

Miss, has my mamá still run away?

Yes.

Yes, she has.

Is it history now?

I beg your pardon?

History, Henry VIII.

Uh, no, geography first, I think.

Why don't you draw me some animals from Australia?

WILLIAM: Were you and Agnes close?

SUGAR: Close? We barely knew each other.

She told Clara that the person

who f-found her in the snow was her only friend in the world.

She was very disturbed.

I merely escorted her back to the house.

She didn't know you at all,

yet she trusted you?

Well, she had no reason not to.

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[Rain falling]

Miss? Mm-hmm?

If Henry VIII wanted a son so badly,

why didn't he marry a lady who already had one?

Because, to be the king's true heir,

you need to be of the king's blood.

Are babies made of blood?

N-No.

Babies are grown in here.

How?

Well, if I had a husband, he would plant a seed in me

and I would have a baby.

I came out of Mamá, then?

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"Now sleeps the crimson petal,

now the white;

Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;

Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:

The fire-fly wakens: waken now with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost

she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,

and all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves

A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me."

[Gasp] Oh, Letty.

[Thud]

Sorry. I fell asleep, reading. What time is it?

No, it's early, only --

Mr. Rackham was looking for you.

[Whispering] He's been fetched away.

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[Seagulls crying]

Identification will be difficult

in these circumstances, sir.

Try and focus on the parts that are least corrupted.

A word of warning -- don't look for the eyes.

Eels have 'em.

[Tearfully] All right.

[Sniffles]

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[Gulps] It is she.

[Sniffles] It is my wife.

Are you sure, sir?

[Crying] Her beautiful hair.

[Sniffles]

Cover it up!

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[Sea gulls crying]

Steady, steady. All right, sir.

Stay up.

Sir!

Agnes: Dearest William, it is so tedious to wait

even this short time to be man and wife.

How I long to go out and hear people say,

"There go the Rackhams.

He has just published another book,

and she is lately returned from Paris

with 30 new dresses."

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Man: Ashes and dust

are our only material remains.

Compared to our spiritual remains, they mean nothing.

Mrs. Rackham's corporeal form...

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[Crying, whispering] You are a brave, brave, brave man.

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[Sophie reciting]

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I heard Sophie had a new governess.

I wonder, to see her sohappy.

Is she your first pupil, Miss...?

Sugar.

Mrs. Emmeline Fox.

No, I looked after a little boy before, Christopher.

In Notting Hill?

I've lived many different places in London.

Ah, and I have visited many

in the course of my work

with the Rescue Society.

The Rescue Society?

I confess, I've never heard of it.

[Laughs]

Oh, Miss Sugar, how mortified my colleagues would be

to hear you say that.

If you will excuse me, Mrs. Fox,

I do think I should keep a close eye on Sophie today.

Of course. Let's walk together.

We are an organization

committed to reforming prostitutes.

The urgency is great.

Women die or disappear every day,

through disease, murder, suicide.

Just yesterday, I visited a house,

a place known as Mrs. Castaway's,

looking for a girl I'd read about in a vile publication.

What did you find there?

The girl was long gone.

No one could say where.

And Mrs. Castaway herself had died.

Died?

So the new madam said, before she slammed the door in my face.

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[ Gasps ]

Oh!

Forgive me, Miss Sugar.

Oh.

You were fond of your old madam.

In my arrogance, I failed to imagine that.

What an imbecile I am.

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What do you want?

I wanted to verify who you were.

Who am I?

A young woman who has found her calling

and means to excel at it.

If I can ever be of service...

[Continues reciting]

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[Indistinct conversations]

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[Woman shrieking]

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Christopher?

I think you've mistaken your way.

I was looking for the little boy who used to answer the door.

If it's little boys he's after, send him to Mrs. Talbot's.

It's not a man, dear, it's a lady from the Rescue Society.

[Thud]

My name is Sugar. I used to work here.

Sugar?

I'd never have...

Oh, well, come in, dear, come in.

Someone was asking for you only a couple of days ago.

Your fame endures.

Quite a change, isn't it?

Man: Ah!

[Whip cracks]Uhh!

Woman: Ah! Ah!

May I have a word with Amy?

The girl who used to play the cello.

Alas, Amy felt our house had become

too specialized for her talents.

Took the boy with her. Quite where escapes me.

So many new houses, one can hardly keep up.

And, truth be told, with Amy gone

and me no longer on what you might call

the factory floor, we're two girls down.

I came to ask about my -- About Mrs. Castaway.

Oh, she passed, dear.

But how?

How did she die?

In her sleep, dear.

[Sighs] Did she leave anything for me --

a letter, a message?

And what happened to her

aftershe was found,

her remains?

Undertakers took her away. Isn't that right, dear?

I believe so. Rookes, Brookes, something like that.

Aww.

Well, do call in again, dear, if you're passing.

A charm to see you.

You do look different.

My life is very different now.

Is it?

You've filled out so. Inn't she?

Indeed.

In fact, I wonder, is there something we should know?

[Both laughing]

[Vomiting]

[Sobbing, coughing]

[Knock at door]

Miss Sugar, Mr. Rackham was asking if you were back.

Can you sew?

Sew?

Yes. Could you alter a dress of Agnes's

so that it'd f-fit you?

Uh, no, I-I don't think so.

[Sighs] Even if I were a seamstress,

Agnes and I were very different shapes.

Shame. I'd arranged for us all to go

on a little outing together t-tomorrow afternoon.

"Us all"?

You, me, and Sophie. To the photographer's studio.

A family portrait.

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Good day, sir.

Mr. Tovey.

Madam. This way.

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Sophie.

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This dress must've shrunk. [Laughs]

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TOVEY: I shall now summon

an elephant from the sky

and balance it

on the tip of my nose.

Three, two, one.

[Camera cranks]Marvelous.

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[Birds chirping]

Hello, Sophie.

Papá!

I have something for you.

[Groaning]

Well, what do you think?

William?

What a pleasant surprise!Miss Sugar, see here.

Oh, Sophie! I look real.

It's wonderful, Sophie!

And what of the group portrait,

the one of all of us together?

It wasn't a success, I'm afraid.

Oh. Oh, dear.

Perhaps we can try again another day.

Yes, Sophie, perhaps we will.

It is a risk, of course.

The engineering is in its infancy.

Leave things as they are.

To recoup your investment,

you'd need 10 years' excellent harvests

and no expansion from your competitors.

Oh, it's...

The next century belongs to Pears and Yardley.

I can feel it in my bones.

And without an heir to succeed me --

Without an heir so far.

You are a man in his prime, William.

Do you remember when we first met?

[Laughs wheezily]

I told you I would do anything for you.

[Gasps] We should be in bed.

My thoughts exactly.

No.

Seriously, look at the time.

[Suspenseful music playing]

You stupid, stupid girl.

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Oh! [Gasps]

[Gasping]

[Sobbing]

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[Gasps]

[Crying]

[Indistinct conversations]

Caroline: Hello, sir. Are you looking for me?

Sugar?

Is that -- Is that you?

Oh!

[Laughs]

I hadheard about Mrs. C.

When did she die, do you know?

A while ago.

She didn't leave you nothing?

A letter, even?

I'm sorry.

I loved my mother.

Can I use your pot?

Help yourself. Oh, thank you.

It's even clean.

[Urinating]

Would you mind?

Light a candle for her sometimes, my mum.

Not in church, just in here.

Can you pass me a handkerchief from my bag?

You been shopping.

Pennyroyal and brewer's yeast.

One of the maids.

She tried zinc and borax?

To no avail.

I hate that the worst.

Hurts like hell,

the burning.

Poor girl.

Yes, it does.

What's this?

Light a candle for me.

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[Breathing heavily]

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Sophie: "Who am I, then?

Tell me that first, and then,

if I like being that person, I'll come up.

If not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else."

[Breathing heavily]

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Excuse me, Sophie.

I just need to go outside for a moment.

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[Sniffling, crying]

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[Speaking indistinctly]

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Letty: Mr. Rackham!

[Gasps]

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Mr. Rackham!

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Janey!

Follow me!

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[Birds chirping]

[Gasps]

[Crying] Oh, William, I'm so sorry.

[Doorbell rings]

That will be Dr. Curlew.

For me?

Do not move from this bed.

We've had quite enough sick women in this house.

I want you well.

[Gasps]

People break necks falling off a chair.

You have fallen down a staircase

and only have a badly sprained ankle

and a number of bruises to show for it.

You may not be aware of those bruises, as yet,

but you will be.

Keep to your bed as much as possible.

I have duties to perform.

Then it would be much better, in your condition --

Dr. Curlew,

I am employed in this house.

[Knock at door]

Enter.

How's the patient?

Remarkably well.

Miss Sugar is extremely robust.

Hello, Sophie.

Here, take these books from me.

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Oh.

[Groans softly]

[Sighs]

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Oh, for heaven's sake,

aren't you the least bit curious what happened to me?

Letty said that you fell down

a long, long way and that I mustn't stare.

I'll be better very soon.

And now that your father

feels well enough to do his own correspondence,

you and I can spend more time together.

And I think we are in New Zealand.

Bodley: Dear Rackers...

"Rackers."

...deepest condolences aside,

anyone would think it wasyou who were dead.

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Bodley: The new book is our best yet.

Art: as Understood by the Working Man.

Less contentious than usual.Don't you believe it.

We got ahold of a variety of rude working folk --

chimney sweeps,

fishsellers, kitchen maids, costermongers, so forth...

And showed them engravings of famous paintings...

Then asked them their opinion.

[Laughter]

[Drumming]

Huzzah!

[Laughter]

So, William,

do tell us what you intend to do about Constance.

Constance?

We're dying to hear.Our dear Lady Bridgelow.

What about her?

You don't want to marry her?

[Scoffs] I had no idea she had any desire to marry me.

Come on, Bill.

Do you expect her to get down on bended knee and propose?

[Both laugh]She has her pride.

[Chuckles]

So, what do you fancy?

Mrs. Terence's is nearby.

The Welsh one will be taken by now,

and I don't much care for the others.

Mrs. Ford's?

Expensive, for what you get.

Oh.

These have a cheerful air about them.

Nice weather we're having.

You never had anyone like me, dear.

Me neither.

[Dog barks nearby]

In the mouth. How much?

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Oh. Ay!

Go on, sir.I don't have a sheath on me.

I went to the doctor's last week, sir.

Says I'm as clean as a kitten.

Even so.

I've got a fine, silky hole, sir.

A connoisseur's conch.

Oh! Hunh.

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[Spits]

[Spitting]

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Ahh!

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[Panting]

[Breathing heavily]

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[Arguing]

Bill.

Are you with us?!

Rackers, he had a tiny, tiny, minor misstep.

Well, eat it, Rackers!

[Door opens]

William.

What are you doing in here?

I'm attending to your correspondence.

Are you all right?

You're covered in --

Where have you been?

Oh, I know, don't I?

I know where you've been.

That is none of your business!

Just hobble off, back to your room!

I have no further need for you.

Go on!

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Who amI?

My name is Sugar.

I am what you would call a fallen woman,

but I assure you, I did not fall.

I was pushed.

Vile man, eternal Adam,

I indict you.

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[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

Please forgive me.

What time is it?

[Crying] Almost dawn. Sugar, I am so sorry.

I wasn't myself before.

I collapsed in town, drunk,

a complete disgrace.

I'm sober now.

It will never happen again.

Of course not, William.

N-No, I am determined.

Things are going to be different.

You'll see.

I would like you and Sophie to join me tomorrow,

a visit of my soap factory.

Wouldn't it be wiser to wait until after you're rested?

There is someone else I'm meeting there,

someone I'm loath to inconvenience.

I see.

Of course you do.

I have not told you often enough

what a treasure you are.

You should get some sleep now.

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Take care, Cheesman.I always do, Miss Sugar.

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You are very nicely turned out, Sophie.

Look, Sophie.

We're here to meet an associate of your father's.

William: Ah!

Bridgelow: No, no, it's my fault for arriving early.

I've been looking forward to it so much, you see.

It's hard to believe my humble little factory

could inspire such enthusiasm.

Do you doubt my word? [Chuckles]

Of course, what you see here

is not exactly soap manufacture, as such.

That is a very dirty business and not the work of a perfumer.

Miss!I'm all right, Sophie.

This area is dedicated to the production

of Rackham's Honeysuckle.

Relieves itching quite miraculously,

I am told.

There.

William, this is so amusing.

Do you really think so?

These stairs lead to the blue room,

which houses the production of Rackham's Puressence,

our signature scent.

The factory was originally built

to be a sewerworks, which is ironic.

Ah, this is one of our new developments,

Jeunesse Eternelle.

The orange color comes from carrots.

[Whispering] Miss...

I need to go piddle.

Mr. Rackham,

is there, on the premises, a room with --

with washing facilities?

Uh, someone will show you.

Ah!

Ow.

[Crying]

[Urinating]

[Crying]

Oh, God. [Sobbing]

Oh, God!

[Gasping]

[Vomiting, shuddering]

[Thud]

[Clatter]

[Gasping]

[Thud]Uhh!

[Gasps]

[Sobbing]

Please, please help me.

I'll get someone.

No! No.

Youhave to help me.

[Sobbing]

Please. Please.

Please.

Oh!

[Sobbing]

[Moans]

Th-Thank you. Thank you.

We must go.

[Sniffles] Let's g-go.

Oh.

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Arms in.

It's a bit early for bed.

I don't mind, Miss. I'm tired.

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I'm very grateful to you, Sophie.

You rescued me.

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[Crying] Don't die, Miss Sugar.

Please don't die.

Oh!

[Crying]

I won't die.

I promise.

[Sniffling]

It's all right, little one.

Don't you worry about anything.

You just trust me.

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[Sighs]

[Doorbell rings]

Forgive the late hour.

I was visiting a neighbor of yours.

William: What is it?

There was something I could scarcely fail to notice

the last time I was in this house.

I should, perhaps, have spoken to you about it at the time.

You sent for me?

Yes.

Do not sit down. There's no need.

It has come to my notice that you are with child.

[Sniffs]

It is therefore impossible

that you remain as my daughter's governess.

[Gasps]

William --Your wages are enclosed.

Please be prepared to leave...

William, there has been a misunderstanding....on the 1st of March.

Further discussion is out of the question.

Do notattempt to come and see me again.

[Crying]

Thank you.

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Dear William,

forgive me saying so, but you are mistaken.

Iwas, briefly, afflicted with a painful swelling,

which has since passed and I now have my monthly courses,

as you can discover, to your own satisfaction --

Dear William, please,

every hour that I wait for your reply

is torture.

Remember that I am devoted to assisting you

and sparing you inconvenience.

[Sniffles]

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[Knock on door]

Excuse me, Miss Sugar.

Mr. Rackham has asked

if Miss Sophie might be brought down.

We'll just tidy ourselves up a bit.

Miss Sugar, he asked me to bring Miss Sophie myself.

I see.

Would you wait outside a moment?

Of course, Miss.

[Footsteps depart]

Come on, Sophie, stand up.

I think your father has some news for you.

Most probably, he is about to tell you something,

and -- and I want you to tell him something in return.

I want you to tell him how you feel about me.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Then everything's going to be all right.

[Crying]

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[Sobbing] They're sending you away!

But did you tell him?

I told him that I love you. [Sniffles]

How darehe do this?

How darehe do this to mychild?

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Miss Townsley.

Indeed.

[Speaking indistinctly]

Hello, Sophie.

I'd like to introduce you to Miss Townsley.

Hello, Miss Townsley.

[Speaking indistinctly]

Have you any French, child?

French wasn't one of Miss Sugar's accomplishments.

What about the piano?

Again, I'm afraid Miss Sugar came up rather short.

[Sniffling]

WILLIAM: I think it best

Miss Sugar leave immediately,

to prevent further distress to Sophie.

If, as you say she has formed a very strong attachment,

I think that might be preferable.

But does your governess have somewhere to go?

Oh, yes.

She can always go home to her mother.

Oh.

[Suspenseful music playing]

[Door opens]

Miss Sugar!

I thought we might go for an adventure

outside today, Sophie. it's getting so stuffy in here.

Yes, Miss.

Don't forget your muffler.

Yes.

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What about your spyglass?

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Goodness, Miss, we are taking a lotof stories with us.

We're going on a great expedition, Sophie.

Who knows what provisions we may need?

Is it America tomorrow?

America tomorrow.

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Heavy bags you got there, Miss.

Going far with them?

You're impertinent, Cheesman.

I shall speak to Mr. Rackham about you on our return.

Your return?

That be soon, then?

[Birds chirping]

I shall speak to you in private.

Sophie? Yes, Miss?

I shall be back in a minute.Yes, Miss.

£10, Cheesman.

Aren't we grand?

A small fortune for you.

I wondered, after Mrs. Rackham met her doom,

if you weren't hoping to take her place.

Take the money and let us be on our way.

I saw her...

dragged from the river.

There was nothing left to recognize...

except her hair.

Those long blond locks...

full of weed and dirty water.

You see, money's all well and good, Miss,

but what I'd like is something a little more personal.

[Speaking indistinctly]

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I want a taste of what he'shad.

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Ohh!

[Thud, clatter]

[Groans] Bitch!

[Smash] Ugh!

[Gasping]

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Where arewe going, Miss?

Somewhere nice.

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Shall I carry a bag, Miss?

No, they're too heavy for you,Sophie.

Let's take a ride on the omnibus.

Run ahead so the conductor can see we want to get on.

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[Gasps] Oh!

Oh!

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Where are we going now, Miss?

Somewhere very interesting. I promise.

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How smug you are, reader,

if you are a member of that sex

that boasts a scrag of gristle in your trousers.

You fancy this book will amuse you, thrill you,

rescue you from the horror of boredom

and that, having consumed it,

you will be left at liberty to resume your life as before.

But this book is different. This book is a knife.

Keep your wits about you.

Youwill need them.

Hello!

[Laughter in distance]

Open the door!

Amelia: Whether I open the door or not

depends on how bad a boy you've been.

Have you been very bad?

I want to speak to Mrs. C-Castaway.

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She's long dead.

It's Sugar I'm after.

It is imperative that I f-find her.

I will pay whatever you ask!Please lower your voice, sir.

Firstly, the girl you call "Sugar"

has renounced the gay life.

Secondly, your soaps and ointments

are not improved by having your image on them.

Lord, grant us some places

where we don't have to see a man's face.

And, lastly, try Mrs. Leek's.

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Agh!

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Mr. Forty Acres,

we arehonored. You.

Caroline: Looking for me, sir?

No.

[Crying] I'm looking for Sugar.

She has stolen my daughter.Stolen?

[Both laugh]

Please. I have lost everything.

Did you know that of every 10 persons

drowned in England and Wales,

6 will be children?

You've got her.

Oi! Hey!

7 pence!

Watch your step, sir.

Some of them stairs is --

[Clatter, thumping]William: Oh! Agh!

[Thumping]Ugh!

[Thumping]Ugh!

[Woman shrieking, man shouting]

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[Whistle blows]

Miss...

will we get where we're going to go in time for bed?

We're going on a very long journey, Sophie,

but when we get there,

I promise, you will have the warmest, safest,

nicest bed

in the whole world.

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America tomorrow.

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[Whistle blows]

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[Woman vocalizing]

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