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She must be absolutely
wretched at Stone Gap.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sure I talk far too
much about my family.
No. I like to hear you talk about them.
It helps me to know you better.
That's a reward in itself.
Thank you.
Well, come along Mr Nicholls.
Between us we haven't picked enough
to make even one pie for poor old Tabby.
I'm not really lazy you know. But so far
I've seen very few blackberries to pick.
I can't understand it. Last year
was a very good season.
Why don't we sit down and
wait until next season?
Oh, you'll never last until then.
Last?
What I mean is .. no Curate has
ever stayed very long at Haworth.
It's too quiet and dull here, even for ..
Even for a Curate?
Well, Miss Emily.
Here is one Curate who is
Than to see many a season at Haworth.
Provided, of course ..
What?
That you promise to stay
and see them with me.
I promise.
Well, back home to Tabby.
Come on Keeper, come on boy.
Where is Emily?
She's assisting Mr Nicholls
Uhuh.
May I ask the significance of
that grunt, Miss Branwell?
Emily is full of good works
these days. Is she not?
You've never brought me this way before.
I never bring anyone this way.
Not even your brother and sisters?
Oh no .. they don't like this
part of the moor at all.
They think it is ugly.
here I suppose but ..
I don't mind that.
Why should you? You belong here.
You don't think it is ugly,
do you, Mr Nicholls?
ugly about your world, Miss Emily.
But I do feel somewhat of a trespasser.
Oh, no you're not. That's
why I brought you here.
Knowing you is a rare privilege.
Thank you, Mr Nicholls.
That's what I wanted to show you.
Not quite what dreams
are made of, is it.
But it's been in mine ever
since I can remember.
A strange, awesome-looking place.
And even though it is
grey and storm-swept.
And made for strange,
unyielding people.
The lovely things are all the lovelier.
Who lives there?
Ghosts.
You don't really believe
in ghosts, do you?
Oh yes. I've both seen and heard them.
They are in my dreams sometimes.
It seems that I stand
here, just at this spot.
Watching that house in
the silence of the night.
And then, suddenly I ..
I hear a sound that terrifies me.
The beating of the horse's hooves
coming nearer and nearer.
And I turn and ..
And here comes a great,
black horse and a dark rider.
And he thunders down on me.
I cannot move.
What does he look like?
I've never seen his face.
For a minute, you had me
believing your strange fancies.
There, Mr Nicholls you see.
When I'm with you, my dreadful nightmare
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