The Old Dark House Page #2

Well I know what I'll do. That if Mrs. Femm let me.

What?

I am very wet and would be very grateful if you could change clothes.

What?

I was wondering if I could change.

Appears wet. You better go. To change.

Thank you. Good idea. Is there any room or something?

A dreadful night.

What?

I mean making a dreadful night.

Yes, an old house. Very old.

Very kind of you to let us stay. 'What?

I say it's you. Really friendly!

Yes, it makes a dreadful night. I'm a little deaf.

I understand.

Yes. No beds!

Not have these electric lights. Neither have.

Thank you very much. Now I can fix myself.

My sister Rachel had once this room. He died at age 21.

She was a naughty.

Graceful and wild as a hawk. All young people were after him.

With her red lips, her eyes wide and her white neck. But that did not save her.

He fell from his horse during a hunt. Spine was damaged.

He remained in this bed ... month after month.

I spent a lot of time sitting here and listening to screaming.

What horror.

I used to beg ... to kill her. He had said that out to the Lord.

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 ...

And ... has crushed the car.

Lucky has not crushed us.

And by the way, probably the current drag this house.

Look at this!

Go fire.

Sorry for barging in this way so rude,

but the force needs if you are in the hands of the devil.

Well, who is the owner?

My sister owns. Ms.. Femm.

How are you, Mrs.. Femm?

My name Porterhouse. Sir William Porterhouse

And this lady is Mrs.. Gladys Ducane, a friend of mine.

Nice to meet you. Great weather for ducks.

Let me introduce you. This is Miss. Waverton.

How are you?

'Mr Penderel. How are you, Sir William?

And Mr. Waverton. How are you?

Sir William Porterhouse.

How are you?

I have not seen a night like this in my life.

I'd say it's raining cats and dogs.

We were soaked, I do not mind telling you.

Would not surprise me that we were at the gates of death.

Better not come back to get wet shoes ...

or, as Sir William points, will surely be at the gates of death.

Here you go. They are not exactly measure but dry.

Thank you. It's okay.

Are you. Fond of opera, Monsieur?

Let's eat.

Oh! Now I hear.

Morgan, brings chairs.

Oh, oh! Roast beef!

Nothing like a roast beef for a hungry man.

& Quot; Oh, the roast beef of Old England & quot; ... How was it?

Do not remember it, Mister Waverton, or is older than you.?

-Penderel Is our expert songs. Then he must be a musician, right?

Well, I have heard little.

Take a potato.

Morgan brings a glass of water to Sir William.

Thank you very much.

Us ... look, for example.

We here six people sitting together,

We spent nearly two hours talking ...

Something ... and we know each other? Nothing.

How comforting.

I agree Sir William. At best, only make assumptions.

If you were a woman, do not just assumptions.

Ah! The famous female intuition.

Have you ever been told which horse will win the race?

No. But tell me a lot about you.

I wonder, Miss. Waverton,

As much as to say that I'm wanted by the police?

Oh, no, Mr. Femm not say anything so romantic.

After all, it is conceivable that someone living in a house like this ...

If you had to ...?

Well, there's no accounting for taste.

No.

-Sra. DuCane? Yes?

What does your intuition tell you about me?

Pretty.

Hmm ... That scares me a lot.

What do you say?

I said ... well, either way is not very interesting.

Oh yes it is. We want to know. Well ... it sounds silly but ...

I think ... not suited to these times ...

You know ...? Factories, misleading advertising, underground economy ...

... Well, what I mean is that Bill is happy with this ...

Make you feel ... but Mr. Penderel like a fish out of water.

Should be flattered, Mr. Penderel.

No, I do not feel flattered.

Look, I have little sympathy for the fish out of water if only one of them.

My problem is I do not think much about the important things.

Now Sir William would put great effort into anything to earn a few pounds.

I do not think it worthwhile.

No doubt you must think I'm very ambitious, friend.

But maybe I can see things a bit further than assumed.

His good speech, but I know as well as everyone here ...

Just trying ... to provoke me.

Honestly, I was not doing anything.

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