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Why, I mean because
of the way you died.
The way I died, madam?
I mean because
you committed suicide.
What made you think
I committed suicide?
Mr. Coombe said--
Coombe's a fool.
They're all fools.
I went to sleep
in front of that confounded
gas heater in my bedroom...
and I must have kicked the gas on
with my foot in my sleep.
It was a stormy night like this
with half a gale blowing from
the south-southwest
into my windows...
so I shut them as
any sensible man would.
Wouldn't you?
Yes, I suppose so.
Then the coroner's jury
brought in a suicide
because me blasted
charwoman testified
I always slept
with me windows open.
How the devil should
she know how I slept?
Oh, I'm so glad.
Do you have a strange
sense of humor, madam?
I mean because you
didn't commit suicide...
but if you didn't,
why do you haunt?
Because I have plans
for me house
which don't include
a pack of strangers barging in
and making themselves at home.
Then you were trying
to frighten me away.
You call that trying?
I'd barely started.
No, that was enough
for all the others.
They didn't want any part of it,
let me tell you.
Didn't even stop
to weigh anchor.
They just cut their
cables and ran.
I think it's very mean
of you frightening people...
childish, too.
In your case,
I'm prepared to admit
I charted the course
with regret.
You're not a bad-looking
woman, you know...
especially
when you're asleep.
So you were in my room
this afternoon.
My room, madam.
Did you open the window
to frighten me?
I didn't want another accident
with the blasted gas.
Women are such fools.
You, of all people,
should not have brought that up.
I wouldn't call that remark
in the best of taste.
Well, I'm sure it
was very kind of you...
but I am quite capable
of taking care of myself.
Now, if you don't mind.
Well, what's the matter now?
I just wanted to see
if you were really there.
and I'll still be here when
you've packed up and gone.
But I'm not going.
My dear woman,
it's not your house.
It is as long as I pay rent.
Pay rent to me blasted cousin!
He's the legal owner.
Legal owner be hanged!
It's my house...
and I want it turned into
a home for retired seamen.
Then you should have
said so in your will.
I didn't leave a will.
Why not?
I didn't expect to kick
the blasted gas on with me foot!
I won't be shouted at.
Everyone shouts at me
and orders me about...
and I'm sick of it,
do you hear?
Blast! Blast! Blast!
Temper. Ha ha!
Or laughed at, either.
I won't leave this house.
You can't make me
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