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October 5.

My dearest Demelza,

Though I must confess
to some trepidation

at my first foray
into the House of Commons,

I am resolved to begin
what I came here to do.

November 20.

My dearest Ross,

Today we plowed the long field

and brought in
the last of the apples.

Order, gentlemen!

There are, Mr. Speaker...

Order, order!

There are in England

160 crimes

for which a man may be hanged.

Order!

January 27.

My dearest Ross,

Christmas is already behind us,

yet the harsh winter persists,

and all of us at home
and at the mine

eagerly await your return.

March 3.

My dearest Demelza,

the contentious
anti-slavery debate rages on,

keeping me here
to add my support.

In my continued absence,

I know I can reply on you
to manage affairs at home

a little longer.

Gentlemen, much as I commend

the bill proposed by my
right honorable friend

Mr. Wilberforce,

and suggest that arguments
in favor of slavery

are abominable,

I submit that there is
suffering and injustice

closer to home

which also
requires our attention.

Children employed

in the mills of the north

are dying in the thousands
of overwork!

Order! Order!

Where is our compassion

for these slaves?

Order! Order!

The House will come to order!

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Good day, Rosina.

Good day, Mistress.

Good day, Master Drake.

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What did Captain Ross
say in his letter?

Oh, just that he
misses us very much

and will return
as soon as he can.

Come on now, you two.

It's so lovely
to be at Trenwith again.

My dear, this was your home
before it was ours.

You must visit
whenever you choose.

Mustn't she, George?

Elizabeth will be
glad of your company

while I'm away in London.

And if you'll excuse me,

I must prepare for my departure.

Will you visit Nampara?

Oh, yes... I'm so seldom here,
I must make the most of my time.

Of course, not all the family
are in residence.

No.

I imagine
George misses Westminster.

And has every intention
of returning.

By challenging Ross?

I believe he means to try
a different approach.

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Marshmallow root,
brewed with cooled water,

thrice daily
while the throat is raw.

And might I suggest
a reduced consumption of rum?

Feel free to suggest
all you like.

Do we hear aught
from his lordship,

the honorable member for Truro?

Or be he now too grand
for the likes of we?

Why not ask his lordship's wife?

Ma'am.

Tholly, Mrs. Crocker.

Come on, then, me
handsome-looking lass.

Dr. Enys, have you escaped?

And Mrs. Enys
so near her time?

Still refusing to rest,
and proceeding

as if nothing is happening
and nothing will change.

Well, Captain,
anything to report?

There is, ma'am.

And not good.

The champion lode's
wearing unexpected thin.

It looked safe for nigh on
five or more years,

but now, if it peter out
as we think it will...

We might have to close
within months.

I think I must write to Ross.

But what can he do,
and at such a distance?

With greater matters
than we to busy hisself.

I'll write to him.

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Uncle Ross!

Geoffrey Charles.

I hear you're quite the
célébrité in Westminster.

On the contrary.

I think I'm seen
as a thoroughgoing nuisance.

Papa would have
enjoyed your speech.

Your father would have
graced the House

with more dignity and less
notoriety than I can muster.

A toast, then.

To Francis Poldark.

And his son.

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Fame has its rewards.

May I offer you
some refreshment?

Mmm, but we thought to
offer you some, my lord.

Another time, perhaps.

Pity.

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Poldark.

The drawbacks
of being a Cornish MP

who actually lives in Cornwall.

One cannot simply dash home
when the need arises.

I take the need has arisen?

Yes.

Matters of state can sometimes

be a useful distraction,
if one is so inclined.

My nephew...

Yes?

Has been very much
in my thoughts.

He would have served his
constituency well.

And would have urged you
not to serve it

at the expense
of your wife and family.

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Your table, sir.

Captain Monk Adderley.

The right honorable member
for Bishop's Castle.

A place I've never seen,
nor ever intend to.

How may I assist you?

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And how has it been
without Ross?

Ross?

Ross... do we know any Ross?

I think I must be in hell.

Not yet, my dear,

but you very soon will be.

Caroline.

The carriage?

Where is my grandson?

Good heavens, why is
that child playing,

when he could be
learning his numbers?

He is a Whitworth.

Great things
are required of him.

Where is my son?

Ha, Poldark!
How was Westminster?

Abolition of slavery,

Catholic emancipation,
and all that nonsense?

Why have you not
engaged a governess?

No matter.

I shall find a suitable person.

It is never too soon to shape
impressionable young minds.

He's barely two years old.

And you are a child.

And have no notion

of how the world works.

Tell my son
I will arrange everything.

By the by,

perhaps you could use your good
offices on my behalf.

I'm seeking
the living of Luxulyan.

You already have two livings.

Ah, but they're miserably poor,

and not at all befitting
a man of my station.

And in return,

I might do you a favor.

My uncle, Conan Godolphin,

is a personal friend

of the Prince of Wales.

Your curate-in-charge at St.
Sawle, Reverend Odgers,

is a hardworking father of six
who earns 45 pounds a year.

An enormous sum!

I cannot conceit
how he spends it all.

I could be willing
to intercede on your behalf

if you increase Odgers' stipend

to 100 pounds a year.
Good God!

Do you realize
the total stipend from Sawle

is only 200 pounds?

Why would I pay half
to an uneducated curate?

Because he does all the work.

This is not
one of our native plants.

How came you by it?

'Tis a magnolia.

'Twas given by a friend,
a Lieutenant Armitage.

Oh, Ross's friend
who sadly died?

Yes.

Sadly, he...

Trenwith is very grand
these days.

Of course,
you never go there now.

Were you pleased with Lisbon?

And the connection
will not be improved

by Ross taking George's seat.

How long do you
remain in Cornwall?

I see this is
a forbidden subject.

Have you met Rosina?

This is my cousin, Verity.

Good day to you, ma'am.

I've asked Rosina to make
some caps and bonnets

for the children.

And I hope to have them
ready for Sunday, ma'am.

Shall I bring them over?

That would be most convenient.

Amiable girl.

And my brother Drake
still unwed.

My dear!

I would've thought
after your experience with me,

you'd've had your fill
of matchmaking.

Not at all!

See how well that worked out.

You did well to secure
this property.

Thank you.

Your wife is a Chynoweth.

One of Cornwall's
oldest families.

I myself am a commoner.

Who, by dint
of my own ingenuity,

have risen
to the verge of aristocracy.

I need to know
I'm dealing with a man

who is equally serious
about his own ascent.

He is, you are.

For as you know,

it is not what one knows...

However, any such introductions

would come at a price.

Which I am fully
prepared to meet.

And I applaud your desire for
a speedy return to the House.

But perhaps you've had enough
of seeking a patron.

Perhaps you'd prefer
to be a patron yourself.

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You look...

Thinner.

Perhaps I've been
pining for my husband.

So...

What have you been up to?

Well, seeing to your mine,
to your farm,

your household, your,
your children.

That's what I've been up to.

All the way home,

I wondered how this would be.

Would there be anger?

Jealousy?

Would we ever laugh again?

Like we used to?

I don't know, Ross.

Will we?

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Get down, boy.

There we go.

Hm.

Lay another place for supper.

Why? Who be coming?

I am.

Oh, Lord save us!

Oh, Master Ross!

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What an odious journey!

Obliged to share a coach

with that impudent squireen
Ross Poldark!

Lady Whitworth called.

Mama!

Did I miss her?

Did she mention a governess
for John Conan?

I think it an excellent idea.

Osborne, he is an infant.

And I'm perfectly capable
of caring for him myself.

I think not.

Recollect how you made
threats against his life?

You know very well why.

Seeking to deny me
my conjugal rights,

your fevered imagination
conjured up

some fantastical tale
about your sister,

whom I loathe and detest
with every ounce of...

Dear Vicar, When I left
your house to marry Arthur,

I inadvertently carried away
some books of yours.

"Could I ask you,
at your convenience,

"to call and collect them?

"Arthur is at the library
until 5:00 each day,

but I am always at home..."

in the afternoons.

Old Nat Pearce, my attorney...
Riddled with gout.

Will I come and pray with him?

I'm sure you'll be a comfort.

Good Lord, Dr. Enys.

Has it started already?

Yes!

She has started already.

Is she as ugly as we feared?

Quite possibly the most
perfect creature I've ever seen.

Does she have blue eyes?

All babies have blue eyes.

Like her father?

I'm afraid so.

Then I suppose I must
learn to tolerate her.

What shall we call you?

Miss Sarah Caroline Enys.

Notwithstanding your generosity

in enabling Arthur and I
to marry,

I'm afraid we do still struggle
to make ends meet.

If only there was
something I could do

to augment our meager income.

Something I could
turn my hand to?

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How is Captain Blamey?

Well, I thank you.

He sends his regards.

That's kind of him, considering.

Andrew is not a vengeful man.

But in matters of the heart,
he does not hold

with interference from those
who think they know better.

Myself, in your case?

And Morwenna's.

Ray Penvenen, in Caroline's?

And your mother.

In yours.

How different might
so many lives have been

without such interference.

Let us vow, in future, to let
nature take its course.

Agreed.

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We seem like strangers now.

We were strangers before I left.

And not of my...

Doing?

But of mine.

And that's what you've been
thinking all this time?

That I've been
grieving for Hugh?

Have you not?

'Tis all past, Ross.

Done with.

But you left for London, so
I'd no chance to tell you so.

And you kept away.

It seemed easier
to fight a shade from afar.

Then all these months...

The distance,

the mistrust.

I think you
no longer know me, Ross.

Perhaps we no longer
know each other.

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Tell me of London.

Loud.

And hectic.

And your life there?

Pampered, and decadent.

See how soft and fat
I've become?

On the contrary.

Where are you going?

To prove to myself
how unfit I am.

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Dwight.

This is intolerable!

Can a man not
have an ocean to himself

now and then?

Is this your custom now?

Only on days
when I've become a father.

That's tremendous!

Son or daughter?

Sarah.

And so it begins.

Life's greatest adventure.

I think you need a drink.

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Hm.

I must be feeling my age.

For the first time in my life,

I feel the cold.

How is Demelza?

Thawing.

I'm relieved.

I know there were difficult
times before you left.

Hopefully they're now behind us.

Widder Crocker's
got hold of his heart.

Zacky... Paul.

Oh!

Ah!

Cap'n.

Good day to you, sir.

Good day.

The Right Honorable

Cap'n-ness.

Right, well, you'll be wishing
to go below, then.

Paul, show Captain Ross the way.

I think I know
how to find my own mine.

Come here.

If things are as bad
as Demelza says,

we must make a plan.

Will you have time
for such a thing,

now you have London
matters to attend to?

Ross,

will you tell Demelza
of Caroline?

We have a daughter.

Why, that is

joyful news!

Thank you!

And Mrs. Enys be well?

Most well, I thank you!

And does the little tiger
have a name?

Sarah.

Sarah Caroline.

Why, that is so pretty.

Mr. Cardy has a new enterprise.

You must rest, my friend.

I will leave you

to the able offices
of Reverend Whitworth.

Repent ye, for the kingdom
of heaven is at hand.

Hear now the comfortable words

of St. James:

"Blessed is the man who
has resisted temptation".

Ah, but that's
just it, good sir.

I haven't...

resisted...

temptation.

And is it the sins of your youth

which now trouble you?

No, sir.

The sins of my age.

Gluttony?

Sloth?

Cheating at whist?

I have in recent years

indulged in a little
idle speculation.

Investments in some of
our burgeoning industries.

Which, regrettably, have failed.

So you lost money... what of it?

Only that...

The money with which
I speculated

was not my own.

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When I left for Westminster,
the mine was in profit.

The lode showed no sign
of petering out.

And we even considered
taking on more men.

'Twas a reasonable thought.

Though in the end,
we decided against.

Which was fortunate,

since the lode began to fail.

So we have a choice.

Work the lode
till it's exhausted,

or...

drive through to the old
Wheal Maiden workings.

Begging your pardon.

What may seem simple
to an outsider...

Meaning no disrespect...

'tis only we, being
below all these months...

Seeing how the land lies...

As opposed to thee
being above grass...

And far away in London.

Not that that be a bad thing.

Nay, 'tis a comfort
to know we have ye

to speak for we
in Parliament, but...

Do you think me out of touch
with my own mine?

Like we said,

no disrespect.

No.

Let's think on it.

Talk further.

♪♪

Ah, the venturer returns.

Last year,

because of a stupid
and contrived agreement

between two of our
so-called nobility,

I lost my seat to Ross Poldark.
Hm.

Unless we arrange
to shoot him on the highway,

I cannot now unseat him.

But I see no reason to be
excluded from the House.

Nor need you be.

Seats are for sale.

So buy one.

But who is willing to sell

so soon after an election?

Life is short.

I don't wish to wait.

I've decided to buy a borough.

You're out of your mind.

With a borough, I have control.

When I own properties,
I own voters.

And I can dispense patronage.

A useful appointment here,
a profitable contract there.

I would acquire influence of
a hitherto unprecedented kind.

Assuming you can find someone
willing to sell.

Which is where Monk Adderley
comes in.

At a price.

Which I'm willing to pay,
for my own benefit,

and that of my children.

Oh?

Is Elizabeth...

No.

But at some point, she will be.

Mining folk are fickle.

I'd not thought so till now.

Which makes me
all the more appreciative

of my other friends.

One of mine is fading...
Old Nat Pearce.

Poor demented old fool.

Reverend Whitworth
is praying for him.

Ah, Cousin George.

I trust you had my note.

I have just this instant
returned from London.

No matter.

I was writing to inform you
that the living of Luxulyan

is vacant.

Had you not heard?

Is it likely that I would?

Ah, but one must keep one's ear
close to the ground.

One never knows
what one might pick up.

Why, only today, I heard
the most extraordinary news

from old Nat Pearce,

even now at death's door.

What manner of news?

Oh, the old fool
has squandered funds,

entrusted to him by his clients,

on hopeless speculations.

Has he?

And these funds

were deposited where?

I believe

at Pascoe's Bank.

I will think further

about the living

of Luxulyan.

Pray let me have
time to consider.

Of course, by all means.

♪♪

Pascoe's Bank stands guarantor
for all those funds.

And Ross Poldark's
entire capital

is also lodged at Pascoe's Bank.

So when Nat Pearce
finally expires,

the pressure which might
be brought to bear

could kill two birds
with one stone.

Well, Ross.

Is Cornwall not tedious after
the heady bustle of London?

Personally, I find it
very much to my taste.

You?

Oh, it has its attractions.

And its uses.

♪♪

Excuse me, sir, can I ask
about these?

It was no small feat
to secure Adderley.

But he is expert
in these matters,

and I shall be guided by him.

So what does he suggest?

A gathering, the like of which
this house has never seen.

Who would we invite?

Guests from London,

hand-picked
for their usefulness.

And a number of local worthies.

Who have boroughs.

And might be persuaded
to part with them.

Chibby, chibby, chibby,

chibby, chibby, chibby!

A cherub!

A tiresome one.

Which takes up
so much of my time,

forcing me to neglect
more important matters,

such as horses and dogs.

Beg pardon, ma'am.

I finished the caps for the
children... I must be on my way.

Oh, well,
Drake was just leaving.

Perhaps you'd walk
Rosina as far as Sawle.

Oh, no, there be no need.

Well, I think
'twould be a kindness,

with night drawing in.

We'll both go.

♪♪

A more blatant contrivance

I've yet to see.

Yet is it wrong?

The life he wished
is not for the taking,

so may I not then help him
choose another?

Every day,

you rise early,
you eat late, you scarce sleep.

But to what end, brother?

You've been stricken in love.

But now I reckon...

And so does sister...

There be no better young woman
than Rosina Hoblyn.

Yeah, and Morwenna?

Morwenna is wed to another
and has a child.

But what more can you do?

She belong to Whitworth.

What's done cannot be undone.

Maybe not.

But I can't think of another
while Morwenna lives.

And I'd not disrespect Rosina

to ask for her heart when
I've none to give in return.

Oh, well.

I promised her I'd try.

Come here.

♪♪

So my reasoning is this.

Wheal Maiden was never
fully worked out.

The old miners still talk
of lodes left untouched,

since my father's day.

It's truing up.

These past six months
you've been on timbering,

and cross-cutting?

'Tis so.

So I propose

to put a team to shaft-sinking,

and another to driving through

to link up to the old
Wheal Maiden workings.

And who will lead
the excavations?

I will.

But what about London?

Well, summer recess
is about to begin.

I could give the mine at least
three months before I return.

By that time,

we'll know whether
it's a good plan

or a fool's errand.

Are we agreed?

We start today.

♪♪

Well, Mama?

My darling.

How tiny it seems now.

London is so much grander.

You're not disappointed?

Not in the least.

It's good to be home.

Good day, Uncle George.

Good day, little brother!

Shall we go for a canter?

Yes, Horace, you must stay

and guard Miss Sarah,

and see she does not waken
until we return.

I do believe Horace
is feeling neglected.

Nonsense.

He knows I adore him
above all things.

Whilst Sarah and I

are quite aware
of our own unimportance.

♪♪

You seem very attached
to that child, Dr. Enys.

I hope she won't grow up
to be a spoiled brat.

No.

Good day's work, Captain.

An early night for an
early start tomorrow.

How many are we tonight?

We three, Drake, Tholly...

And the Widder Crocker?

If Tholly's sober.

Sober enough to hang on the end
of a fishing line!

Tholly and Crocker.

Loving and Sawle's
great beauties.

♪♪

Father, Son,

and Holy Spirit.

♪♪

Mr. Whitworth bid me
take him, ma'am.

Thank Mr. Whitworth
for his kindness,

and tell him John Conan
will remain here with me.

♪♪

Yes.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

My dear.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

May I introduce
Captain Monk Adderley?

I'm honored to make your
acquaintance, ma'am.

Your beauty is legendary.

As is your reputation, sir.

So, Hanton.

Has large investments
in the East India Company.

Comes of common stock,

but has thrown off
his humble beginnings

and is everywhere accepted.

Robinson is a
close friend of Pitt.

And that gentleman...

Is Sir Christopher Hawkins.

Lawyer, MP, baronet,
high sheriff of Cornwall.

I must make a point
of dancing with him.

This is what you
were born for, my dear.

Adderley spotted it at once.

And when our elevation comes,
as he assures me it will,

it is our children
who will benefit.

It seems we're
the only folk in Cornwall

without a party to go to!

Dwight and Caroline
are at Trenwith.

And Sam and Drake
are at the beach.

It's only line fishing, Ross.

Everyone goes.

No one waits to be invited.

You never did.

It's your beach, Ross.

You could just go.

You be good.

My sweet boy!

Please do not tell me
how much I've grown.

As if I would!

What can you be thinking,
Dr. Enys?

How to make your escape and
return to our odious offspring?

Something along those lines.

Well, not before you've danced
the allemande with me.

Oh, my school is a hellhole,

but I'm used to it now.

In the first year, my tutor

was a noted flogbottomist,
so I was in agonies.

But this year I'm rid of him,
and shall have my own fag.

And have acquired a taste
for liquor, I see.

Of which I note
your stepfather disapproves.

My dear sir,

may I introduce
Sir Christopher Hawkins?

Drake!

Get help!

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Captain Ross!

The Crockers from Luggan,

them beating the life
out of Tholly

on account
of the Widder Crocker.

Who?

Who Tholly did bed!

Turns out she ain't no widder.

Mr. Crocker's none too pleased,
nor his brothers.

So I'm going to Sawle for help.

No time!

♪♪

At a dinner last week,
your name was mentioned.

In what context?

That your grandfather
worked a forge in Hayle

and had not a penny to his name.

But that his grandson,

by industry and good luck,
had amassed a fortune

of 200,000 pounds.

In one particular,

that is incorrect.

My grandfather's forge
was in St. Day.

As I understand it, you wish
to acquire a borough.

Do you know of any?

I myself have three.

And one of them,

the borough of St. Michael,

boasts not one MP, but two.

♪♪

Tholly!

Tholly!

Captain Ross!

Is he breathing?

Is he?
I can't tell!

Is it thee, Cap'n,
come to fight Luggan's finest?

Who else would be stupid enough?

Though I believe we've been here
before, Ross.

I believe we have.

Looks like they Luggan folk
will never learn!

He's an idiot and a fornicator

and have brought this
on himself.

He is an idiot.

But he's still my friend.

So all of us, Ross.

So all.

♪♪

♪ Thinks I to myself
it's a jolly herring ♪

♪ Thinks I to myself,
it's a jolly herring. ♪

'Tis time for I
to seek oblivion in the arms

of some fresher wench!

There's nothing like
a dice with death

to sharpen a man's appetite
for the living!

Ye'll be glad
of thy bed tonight.

Strangely, I feel wide awake!

Maybe you should call at the
Great House for a nightcap.

Uh...

Good evening, Elizabeth.

Ross.

You're trespassing.

Not entirely.

This is, after all,
a Poldark house.

And as the senior
Poldark left alive,

I have a fancy to see what sort
of party you're giving.

But if George should see you...

Oh, he wouldn't risk a scandal

in front of all his fine guests.

Not that I seek confrontation.

Ever.

Hmm.

I came out for a breath of air.

Is Geoffrey Charles here?

Yes, but do not
speak to him tonight.

I see enough of him in London.

I know.

It pleases him greatly.

But he's so worldly-wise, Ross.

So blasé for one so young.

He'll grow out of it.

Francis was no
different at that age.

You think him like Francis?

In the better ways, yes.

And Valentine?

He's well.

And George?

His suspicions?

Gone.

And will only return
if he has cause.

Such as your coming here
tonight.

Madam, is this gentleman

annoying you?

Uh, no, not at all.

Why would you suppose it likely?

I have not the honor
of your acquaintance, sir.

My cousin, Captain Ross Poldark.

Captain Monk Adderley.

Your servant, sir.

I confess, when I saw you
talking to Mrs. Warleggan,

I took you
for a threadbare troubadour

who'd been dismissed
without a tip.

I sing ill.

And accept tips
with even less grace.

Whereas I, on principle,

always accept
what ladies have to offer.

Shall we return to the party?

One moment.

The name Poldark rings a bell.

Are you not in the House?

A new member.

I don't recollect
seeing you there.

Nor is it likely.

I seldom attend.

Good night, Elizabeth.

Good night, Ross.

Excuse me.

My dear,

the borough of St. Michael is
mine for the asking.

Or should I say the purchasing.

That's pleasing news.

And more pleasing still
is that it has

two sitting members.

Of course, I'll need to induce
one of them to stand down,

but my ultimate aim
is to control both seats.

Because with two seats to put
at the government's disposal...

You would be in a position
to ask for favors in return?

And that would make you...

Very powerful, indeed.

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Did you catch anything?

A death of cold.

And more rough-and-tumble
than I bargained for.

But yes.

It was as I hoped.

Then we went to the kiddly
and we drank.

And then you came home.

And then I came home.

By way of Trenwith.

You didn't!

Naturally I didn't go in.

But to even go near!

And to what end,
to provoke George?

No!

It was an impulse.

To see the place again.

And Elizabeth?

I found her
walking in the garden.

And we spoke a little.

She was not... unwelcoming.

You don't suspect
an attachment there still?

No more than you suspect
my attachment to Hugh.

Except you do still suspect.

I cannot compete with a ghost.

No more could I compete
with an ideal.

Is that why
it happened with Hugh?

To teach me a lesson?

You know it was not.

These shadows,

Hugh and Elizabeth.

Do we not have enough
to grapple with

without they come between us?

Yes.

We have enough.

I have something for you.

Ross.

All these months
you've had nothing from me

except doubts and mistrust.

I thought you deserved better.

♪♪

Here, let me.

Are we strangers still?

Yes.

But strangers who know every
inch of each other's skin.

So perhaps we should
begin again from there.

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