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In the old days when I was a child
They used to hang our murderers at the Four-Turnings crossroads.
But whatever the cause
And when it was over
This is what he had earned for himself.
For this is the price for murder.
That was 15 years ago.
Is the price for murder.
There for more than a hundred years
In which I grew up from infancy
In the care of my cousin Ambrose
What is it?
Happy birthday dear boy.
From then on as long as he lived
Abrose was not only my kinsman and guardian
And just two years ago
I'll end up a cripple in a bath chair.
So I must go in search of the sun I suppose.
Where will you go?
Somewhere around the mediterranean.
Well uh you'll want me toNgo with you won't you?
I'd want you of course
But I don't think...
Think both of us should be away from here at the same time.
Help you in and out of carriages and all that sort of thing?
The real trouble is...
I'm too much of a fool about my home. I...
I hate to leave it even for a week.
Well this must be for months.
And so today the Four-Turnings crossroads
But it was there that I bade him farewell
For the last time.
This is far enough.
You don't want to be late getting back.
Goodbye dear boy.
Better keep an eye on this one don't you think?
ever mind about me.
What we want to know is
Who's going to keep an eye on you?
What did I tell you?
Goodbye children. I'll see you in the spring.
Goodbye Ambrose. God bless you.
But when winter had passed
And we were well into spring again
And in some ways... ominous.
What news from our tourist now?
Still in Florence.
Oh who are they?
Oh yes I remember the Correns. Why?
He writes that he's met one of them in Florence.
How old is she?
He doesn't say but middle aged I suppose
Married and widowed and so on.
When's he coming home?
Didn't even mention it this time.
Is it really true sir?
What is it dear?
Where's your father?
Here I am. What's the trouble?
I want you to hear it yourself.
My dearest boy all is not well with me.
There is no one here I can trust.
Unless I can get out myself to post the letters
They may not reach you.
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