The Woman in Black Page #2

Anything at all, mind.

That's where you can find me.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night, Mr Toovey.

It's closing time, sir.

My name is Arthur Kidd.

I sent you a telegram.

Oh, right. From London.

Yes, your room's ready. Albert!

Here with you! Dratted boy.

Albert!

Oh all right. Very well, come on,

this way. Come on.

There, you'll be warm enough.

Keep the window shut, though.

Keep the frets out.

- Frets?

- Yes, frets. Sea frets, sea mists.

Can be bad this time of year. They roll

up in a minute out in the marshes.

What are you here for?

The market?

I'm... I'm a solicitor.

Oh, lawyer, are you?

What is it? Farm leases?

No, it's about a local lady,

a Mrs Drablow.

Oh, her.

Yes, she just died.

I know. They sent you here?

Did you have any dealings?

No, I didn't know her. I didn't want to.

Now, we got a lot of work to do.

It's market day tomorrow, that's forty

lunches. Now, have you ate?

- Not yet, no.

- Ah.

Down in a quarter of

an hour, in the bar.

- I've just got a letter to write.

- Quarter of an hour.

Mr Kidd? Arnold Pepperell,

excuse my gloves.

- You've been managing things here?

- Yes.

These are the documents

from Mr Sweetman.

Oh, thank you.

If you're ready, I think we should leave.

I trust you're comfortable?

Market day's a bit busy.

- That's all right.

- Noisy, though.

Now, Mr Kidd, Reverend Greet.

- You're a relative?

- Here it comes.

Solicitor.

in Christ Jesus our Lord, I die daily.

If, after the manner of men, I have

fought with beasts at Ephesus,

what advantages it me,

if the dead rise not.

Let us eat and drink, for

tomorrow we die.

Beloved, God has a purpose for us all

in this life, to which He has sent us.

Sometimes we may find that

purpose hard to discern,

whether in others or

in ourselves.

But the test of our faith in Him is this,

that we should believe that

He will reveal His purpose

in His own good time, whether

in this world or the next,

which is His alone.

So it is not for us, mere mortals,

to seek to fathom the unfathomable,

to know the unknowable.

Only to trust that God in His wisdom

must have a purpose for every

human life that He creates,

or be very sure... that He

that He would not have created it.

So it is with out departed

sister, Alice Drablow.

Forasmuch as it hath pleased

Almighty God, of His great mercy,

to take unto Himself the soul of

our dear sister, here departed,

we therefore commit her

body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to

ashes, dust to dust.

In the sure and certain hope of

the resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord Jesus Christ,

who shall change the body of

our low estate

that it may be like unto His glorious

body, according to the mighty working

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