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you to realize that I didn't like you.
You made that
clear enough, sir.
But I had hoped that
now, with time...
Your time, Sir Thomas,
is up.
Could you speak
plainly, Mr. Cushing?
Plain I will be, missy.
Plainer than you
might like to hear.
In the past few days
your brother has
deemed it fine enough
to mix business with pleasure
by repeatedly engaging
socially with my daughter.
My only daughter.
Sir, I'm aware that I have
no position to offer,
but the fact is...
You are falling
in love with her.
Is that it?
You play the part well.
The other day, my daughter asked me
why I didn't like you.
Honestly, at the time,
I had no good answer.
But now, I do.
That document there
gave me my answer.
That's the first honest
reaction I've seen from you.
Does she know?
No.
But I will tell her,
if that's what it takes
to send you on your way.
Sir, I know you will
find this hard to believe...
You love her.
I know.
You're repeating yourself.
Now, you,
you seem to be the more
collected one, dear.
It's overly
generous, I know.
But if you want that check to clear,
there are two conditions.
There's a train for New York City leaving
You and your brother
better be on it.
Do we understand
each other?
We do.
What is the second
condition?
That concerns my daughter.
Tonight you must
thoroughly break
her heart.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we have an unexpected
announcement.
Sir Thomas.
Thank you, Mr. Cushing.
Ladies and gentlemen,
when I first came to
America, my heart was
brimming with a
sense of adventure.
Here, the future actually
seemed to mean something.
friendship among you all.
But for now,
farewell.
May we meet again.
Perhaps on
a different shore.
My sister and I
depart for England
just in time
for the winter.
To lasting friendship.
To lasting friendship.
Excuse me. Sorry.
Edith.
You're leaving us.
We must return home immediately
and attend to our interests.
And with nothing to
hold us in America...
I see.
Your novel.
I read the new chapters.
I'll have them delivered in the morning.
That's very good of you,
thank you.
Would you still like
to know my thoughts?
If we must.
It's absurdly sentimental.
The aches that you describe
with such earnestness.
The pain, the loss.
You clearly haven't
lived at all.
In fact, you only seem to know
That's enough!
You insist on describing
the torments of love
when you clearly know
nothing about them.
I'm not done yet!
What do you dream of?
A kind man?
A pure soul
to be redeemed?
A wounded bird
you can nourish?
Perfection.
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