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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.
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
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?
I'd better go back
to the school then.
"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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