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of your shirt when wearing your tie,

and you must ask a teacher

or a prefect if you wish to remove it.

You may wear mufti on Sundays

after chapel and before high tea.

And you are allowed five

personal objects on display.

The rules are for everyone.

No exceptions, no favourites, no pets.

What a cow!

Mummy. Mummy.

Mummy! Mummy!

Shh, shh, shh!

Do you want to wake the others?

There's nothing wrong with you.

Go to sleep.

I thought I heard my mother

calling my name.

I thought she'd come to get me.

Thought I was going home.

Whoever you are, you're late.

That's Fiamma.

The aristocrat.

Should I curtsey?

Why are you late, Fiamma?

It is not late.

It is not even seven.

We'll see if you were worth

waiting for, then.

Radfield sets the standard!

What went through your head

as you did that?

- Nothing. My mind went blank.

- Exactly!

This is why we train, girls.

The body learns, it memorises.

Your muscles know how to respond.

Then you release your body

from your mind. It's purely physical.

But there is poetry in such perfection.

Right. Who wants to go next?

Fuzzy.

What's the matter with you, Fuzzy?

Thinking about the boys again?

No, I'm thinking about my dive.

Don't think! Do!

Fuzzy!

Fiamma?

It's too cold to dive.

Too cold to swim.

It's not too cold for my girls.

- This is winter in Spain.

- But this isn't Spain, is it?

What are you afraid of?

Not as good as you look, perhaps?

Amazing!

Well done, Fiamma.

It seems the bar has been raised,

Radfield.

Come on, Fiamma.

Fiamma, we're your horses,

so you have to feed us.

Tally-ho!

Wait for me.

Apparently, Miss G has ended

her affair with Mr. Du Toit.

He's one of the fathers.

She wasn't in love with him,

it was purely physical.

- They were driven by their lust.

- Is that true?

It's absolute tosh.

Lily, stop making a show of yourself.

And I saw Mr. Du Toit once.

He was very handsome.

Like a movie star.

He had big strong hands and blue eyes

that promised wild adventures.

So really, it's entirely possible

that he and Miss G could have

given in to their desire.

I quite fancied him for myself.

Because older men know all

about female sexual ecstasy.

Lily, I think one day

you shall have a first in sex.

What's that?

For my breathing.

It clears the passages.

Oh, it smells.

Like my grandmother's linen drawer.

Come on, Rosie.

You've got the black spot.

On your head.

Ooh, black spot.

- Didn't you notice?

- So what?

It means you're going to die.

I'd better go back

to the school then.

She's obviously never read

"Treasure Island".

She has no idea what you're on about.

Poppy!

Ooh-ah, it weren't me

and you can't prove a thing.

Ooh-ah, mind my peg-leg.

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