Devotion Page #4

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you who will destroy Branwell, not I.

No. Neither of us will destroy him. He ..

He shall go, Charlotte.

Oh thank you, Emily.

I knew you'd see reason.

Now I'm not so unkind ..

As made in gratitude.

Blow, blow ..

Shush.

This is my home.

It seems your family has retired.

Oh yes.

They are very retiring here.

What's the use of a doorknob

when I can't use it?

Ah .. the faithful Emily.

Come in my dear friend, come in.

I think in his present condition he ..

Take care of your own condition.

That's right.

Things are difficult enough, Branwell.

Without you bringing your

drunken friends home with you.

Come on.

So Charlotte and Anne have decided

to make the supreme sacrifice.

Very touching.

But unfortunately quite wasted.

It is something that

time alone will tell, Branwell.

Not at all.

I shall anticipate time by informing

you that I am not going to London.

I'm much too ill.

I think in fact I'm going to die.

Now listen to me, Branwell.

In half an hour you'll be at breakfast,

washed and in good order.

You will thank your sisters

for their generous gesture.

You will inform your doting father that

you have confidence in the future.

You will in fact, play the great

hero on the eve of battle.

A role well within

your range, I imagine.

Emily.

Have you no faith in me at all.

At least, I shall never cease

to love you, Branwell.

Goodbye, Papa.

Goodbye my dear. Now Remember ..

If everything isn't to your liking,

pack up and come home.

Say goodbye to your sister and be off.

We haven't lost our beloved Emily yet.

She's coming with us as far as the moor.

Well, auntie.

I'll be back before long as the Royal

Portrait painter or the Poet Laureate.

Take your choice.

You'll be back as a corpse if you don't

wear my mufflers in those London fogs.

God be with you, you bad lad.

Goodbye, father.

God bless you son.

You know what I expect of you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Tabby.

Goodbye, auntie. Goodbye.

Come on Keeper, come on, come on.

No long speeches.

Goodbye my dear Charlotte.

Goodbye dearest.

We'll write .. everything.

And think of us Emily, dear.

Goodbye dear Anne.

Goodbye, Emily.

Look after yourself, Branwell.

I shall expect to see

you at my first exhibition.

I'll be there Branwell.

See that the new Curate does his job.

Yes .. yes.

Alright, Keeper. I'll race you. But you

must give me a start now. Now stay.

Stay.

Now!

[ door knocks ]

Come in.

If you please sir .. Mr Nicholls.

Nicholls?

The new Curate, sir.

Oh yes, ask him to come in.

And tell Miss Emily I wish to

see her when she returns.

How do you do Mr Nicholls?

How do you do sir?

I hope I find you well.

Of course I'm well.

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