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Please, Meggie. No more questions.

So she's friendly,

this great aunt of mine?

You'll like her.

Would you please

stop ringing that damn bell!

After a while.

She's kind of an acquired taste.

Right.

What?

Elinor.

Well, for the love of Thomas Hardy.

I'm so glad you've finally made

your way back here, Mortimer.

My poor books

are in a terrible state of disrepair.

Don't worry. I'll take care of it.

Don't play with your food, child.

You're not a toddler.

Look at her, she's as thin

as a soap bubble.

Oh, she so reminds me

of her mother.

Not just when she opens her mouth,

if she ever does. Speaking of...

We haven't heard from her,

if that's what you mean.

Oh, well, no matter.

I grew up without a mother.

Didn't do me any damage whatsoever.

No, my mother just suddenly dashed off

on safari one day and never came back.

It's what the women in our family seem

to do, they just go off on adventures.

Not me, I prefer to stay where I am.

But your mother...

Well, she wanted the real thing.

My mum wanted me.

And then one day she was gone,

without explanation.

- Is that what you call an adventure?

- No, that's what I call abandonment.

Well done, Elinor.

Oh, well, you know it's the truth.

Mum did not abandon us.

No. No, she didn't.

Well, then what really happened to her?

I'm not a child anymore.

I'm all grown up.

Almost.

Enough to know the most important

thing that's ever happened to me.

Don't you think I've realized

why I'm not in regular school?

And why we're always

traveling around from place to place?

All these years

you've been looking for Mum.

And that book, but I just don't

understand how those two things...

Meggie.

You have to tell me something.

- I write about her sometimes.

- You do?

Yeah. I make up stories about...

You make up stories? Meggie, you know

l don't want you doing that.

But I have to.

I feel like the words bring her

back to me.

Yeah.

The written word.

It's a powerful thing.

You have to be careful with it.

Do you think we'll ever see her again?

I hope we do, Meggie.

I hope we do.

Step away from that case!

Three steps back!

Um, um...

What are you doing?

This place is not for children.

I thought I made that clear.

Come on, out.

I'm sorry, I was just looking

for a book to read.

Is that a nose print?

Do you have any idea

how valuable this manuscript is?

Yes, I know.

Oh, you know, do you?

It's Persian, isn't it?

I can tell from the illuminations...

...the pinks and the blues

and the gold-patterned background.

Maybe from the late 12th century or so?

Goodness me, what a little know-it-all.

It's beautiful.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

But I just adore everything Persian.

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