The Old Dark House Page #3

But he did not. It was wicked through.

Well, I better change.

Here are all wicked. They used to bring their women.

Brazen, lolling creatures in silks and satins.

They filled the house with laughter and sin, laughter and sin.

If I ever was present,

my own father and brothers told me to go to pray.

They would not tell Rachel to leave to pray. And I prayed!

I left them with their lustful women pale and rosy. My father still lives.

He's upstairs. It is very old.

Yeah?

It has 102 years.

That's a lot, right?

It's an old infamous and blasphemous.

You are also immoral. Young and graceful. Foolish and immoral.

Do not think about anything except your long slim legs

your white body and how to please your husband.

You will rejoice in the pleasures of carnal love, right?

That's fine, but will rot.

That is still great. But over time, it will also rot.

No! How dare you?

Sassy ..., lolling creatures silk and satin ...

laughter and laughter and sin ... sin ... lustful women and pale rosy ...

Philip!

Two thumbs up for you., Miss. Waverton. Makes feel like a party.

Thank you.

They must have thought I have been slow.

In fact, I think you've been faster than usual.

I thought it took too long.

A dinner!

Philip.

Horace! What are you doing? We are not pagans.

I had forgotten the strange tribal habits my sister.

The beef will be more tender if bless.

Horace Femm. Although you can not hear, I can see. You are blaspheming.

On the contrary, dear Rebecca.

Just tell them your guests intrigued ...

You were ... about to thank your gods for their generosity ...

Sure. I know that false and mocking tone.

And ... give thanks for health, prosperity and happiness given to this family.

During these years of peace and plenty.

Giving thanks for bringing the world to Rebecca Femm. And Femm Roderick. And Saul.

Enough!

Lord bless this food ... amen.

Take a potato.

Thank you.

Well, this seems to be more than a storm.

Yes, is not it?

Take a potato.

Thank you. I love a potato.

Vinegar, Miss Femm?

He's just pouring.

Thank you, Mrs. Waverton. I've been looking for this phrase all night.

Onion no thanks.

Those lights. They are flashing. I guess it's the storm.

Contrary. We generate our own electricity but I think we are not very good.

I hope you all do not panic if the power goes out.

Is anybody out.

You can not go!

Should enter. Surely it is dangerous to be outside right now.

Must be half drowned. We should not make them wait long.

No, I'm afraid we must let them enter.

Morgan, opens the door.

Come on, Morgan. Let them pass.

What a night!

Never thought we would open the door.

They have cracked the dam or something.

Anyway, before I knew not where we were, something we have fallen ...

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