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of our sister departed
and commit her body to the ground,
in the sure and certain hope
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Let us pray.
Our Father, which art in Heaven,
Hallowed be Thy name,
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done
In earth, as it is in Heaven
Give us this day our daily bread...
Why not come and stay a few days with us?
That's very good of you, sir, but...
- But Father...
- Don't, Elizabeth.
The longer one puts off an ordeal,
the worse it becomes.
You've all of you been kind beyond words.
He looks so lost.
It lends tone to a funeral.
That would have been lovely!
But he was as white as a corpse, himself.
Huh! Look at Her Ladyship!
Quick as greased lightning, if it's for the Master.
Mooning around the kitchen
till he wants something,
and then she hops like a blooming kangaroo!
Look what you've done now, you clumsy...
And the best china, too!
I'll see it's taken out of your wages.
And you'd best be changing your ways,
you little guttersnipe,
if you want to keep your place here.
if you know what's good for you.
That is, if you can tear yourself away
from the Master.
Huh! What I have to put up with,
with trash like her in my kitchen.
- Oh, it's you, Lily.
- Yes, sir.
- I thought you'd like your tea by the fire, sir.
- You could take the cat away.
There you are.
Poor little thing.
Wandering around like a lost soul, she is.
Lonesome for your mistress, aren't you?
It's been a very difficult time
for all the household.
I'm very grateful for everyone's help,
especially for your devotion to Mrs Lowry.
Oh, sir, you were the devoted one,
waiting on her hand and foot, like you did,
I... did all I could.
You... You know, it's strange, sir, but...
whenever I look at her picture,
I get such a... queer feeling.
A shiftless, good-for-nothing hussy,
I thought I told you
not to call me names any more.
I'll call you names
so long as you're in my kitchen.
The fire's getting low.
Pop down and fetch up some coal.
Get it yourself. I'm not dirtying my hands.
Well! Hark at the duchess!
Why, you haven't had a clean pair of hands
since you can remember.
You was born dirty. Get that coal and step lively.
Keep wagging your tongue. The more words
you say, the more you'll have to eat.
Me, eat my words?
Stop it! Do you hear? Don't ever call me names
like that again - not ever. Or you'll be sorry!
We'll soon see who's the sorry one,
when I'm put in charge here as housekeeper.
And when I am, it'll be back to the gutter for you,
my girl, where you belong!
- Oh! Oh! Oh!
- Here! Here! What's all this?
or the poor lady not yet cold in her grave?
It's from her room!
Supposing it's the poor lady herself
come back to haunt you?
If you weren't so stupid,
you'd know it was Mr Lowry up there!
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