The Time of Their Lives Page #2

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to elope with Nora O'Leary tonight, eh?

Well, we shall see what happens

when Master Danbury finds out...

that you've talked an innocent

little girl into breaking her bonds.

Nora! You'll get yours. You'll get

five years in prison at hard labor.

You penniless stinker.

Melody, darling, I'll have another

surprise for you after we're married.

Oh, but, Tom, you've already

promised me the moon.

What else

might a lady expect?

How would you fancy

a title, my dear?

A title? Lady Danbury, for instance.

How does it sound

to those lovely ears?

Sir Thomas

and Lady Danbury.

But, Tom, after the war, there'll

be no titles... in our United States.

But, my angel, what if after the

war, there should be no United States?

What are you

talking about?

Melody, darling, would you

mind going in by yourself?

I'll join you shortly. Of course,

Tom, but all this strange talk...

this nonsense about titles.

What does it all mean? Please,

dear, I'll explain later.

Cranwell.

Hello, Tom.

Hello, Tom. Leigh. Glad you're here.

Bessie. Bessie!

Let go. I'll keep her from

tinkering with that tinker.

So she was going to elope,

eh? I'll tend to that.

Go back in the kitchen.

Master Danbury, I must see you

at once. Sorry, Cuthbert, not now.

But, sir, this is very

important. Confound it. Get out.

Get out of here. But, Master Danbury,

if you'll only let me explain.

Well, gentlemen? The

news. Is it good or bad?

It's good. Very good. Major

Andre, the king's representative,

met with Benedict Arnold

last night.

Arnold has consented to surrender

West Point within 48 hours.

Excellent! It means

the end of the war.

Washington and his rabble can

never recover from such a blow.

Congratulations, Tom.

Your plan has worked perfectly.

Our friend Benedict has requested that

you personally come to West Point...

to help him arrange the

final details tonight.

Hold on. I thought I saw something move.

"Yours truly, George Washington.

" Who is this Horatio Prim?

Where is he? I'll not be tellin' you

that, even if you cut my tongue out.

We'll take care of him later. There's

enough evidence in this letter...

to hang your rebel friend

when we've won the war.

Oh, Master Tom, you... a

traitor! You spying little hussy.

Get rid of her. She's

heard too much already.

Let go of me!

Nora.!

That Cuthbert.!

Oh, I hate

that Cuthbert.!

Put your hands up.

Put your hands up!

Speak up, fellow. Who are

you? Horatio Prim, the tinker.

Oh, Prim. You're Nora's

sweetheart. Yes, ma'am.

Thank heavens. I need help.

What do you think I need?

Would you please get me out of

this overcoat? Ooh, that Cuthbert.

I just learned that the United Colonies

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