The Secret Garden

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You get used to it when you've been out East a bit.

the Cholera, the Plague

it strikes white men and native

Men, women and children, they die by the thousands.

The cholera makes no distinction.

For a long while nobody knows who's dead and who got away to the hills.

Nobody knows but the vultures

circling . . .

waiting

Mostly this is what you have afterwards

An empty place with no breathing soul . . .

It's not England, Barney.

I venture to say that you'll get used to it.

You haven't been here long enough

I have . . . .

Sadea and 'er husband, no children identified.

I had tea on this verandah once

John Lennox, Mrs John Lennox

If I'd been a Captain or better they'd have asked me again.

Remember Barney, I told you,

the cholera makes no distinctions.

Who are you?

I might ask, miss, who are you?

My name is Mary Lennox

and you haven't answered my question.

Where's my servant ?

where's cook ?

Sadee said my servant was ill

and then Sadee never came back.

Are you a relative of the Lennox's?

I told you my name was Mary Lennox

My father is Mr John Lennox

and my mother is Mrs John Lennox.

They went away.

They're always going away.

Your servants . .

. some of your servants became very ill

They . . . they died.

The others were frightened,

. . . they ran away to the hills.

I knew it, . . .

I knew they didn't all die.

Mother's right, she says you can't trust natives.

She ran away, didn't I tell you.

Humph !!

. . he's a silly looking man, isn't he?

. . with a silly looking hat.

They was identified Sir.

Well, be certain

Mr & Mrs John Lennox

check it again

They died at the hospital Sir.

No mistake

What's up Sir?

what's in there?

Their little girl.

I never knew they had any children.

Who's he?

Well he's my orderly, his name is Barney.

Why does he look so funny?

You needn't stand up, you're an officer, aren't you?

You'd better stand

I'm not supposed to be in here at all you know

if Mama should catch me, oh ....

You never come in here Mary?

Of course not. Children aren't permitted in the front of the house.

Don't you know anything?

I came here once

I didn't see you. Is that why?

Of course it's why.

She'll never see those . . .

I never even knew Mrs Lennox had a little girl.

Has she any more children?

No

well can't you see

I'm the only one here in the house.

Oh I meant

home in England perhaps?

Have you a Grandmother ?

Somebody else home in England?

Haven't you any Aunts or Uncles?

What's wrong with that man?

He's a common soldier, he should be standing at attention.

Barney.....

Yes Sir!

He looks funny.

Never mind about Barney.

There's something I've . . . . . . . got to tell you.

I shant be very good at it.

So you'll, . . you'll have to forgive me.

You see, I knew your mother.

She was a very beautiful woman.

I knew your father too. He was a fine man.

But w. w.. what I'm trying to say is

You must trust me

They're dead too

Ma ma didn't go away, she died !

I know how you loved her.

Stop talking!

I know how she must have loved you

Stop talking about her, she's dead!

and whos going to take care of me!

On the boat to England

This is good of you, Nurse

looking after so many of them the whole long voyage to England.

Oh they looked after themselves

they became great friends.

Poor things, all of them orphans

Say goodbye Muriel darling

"Goodbye Muriel" ! Bye . .goodbye . . . bye... goodbye.. goodbye . . bye. .

Her Grandmother hasn't got any money

I heard Nurse say so

I hope my aunt's half a nice as Muriel's grandmother

Your Aunt probably hasn't got any money either

I'm going to live with my Uncle

in a great house in Yorkshire

It has a hundred rooms . .

and I shall have acres and acres of gardens

and a great many servants

My Uncle is Mr. Archibald Craven

and he has a great deal of money.

Your Uncle's a hunchback!

He is Not!

He is, he is , he is

He isn't he isn't!!

I heard Nurse say so!

I'll cut out your gizzard!

No, not just as we are saying goodbye

Can I help you?

These are the orphans from India I presume?

Which one is Mary Lennox?

Are you Mrs Medlock?

Yes

This one

Hmmm. . .

Unattractive, isn't she?

Oh .......I wouldn't say that Mrs Medlock, it's just her manner

I'm your uncle's housekeeper.

We've a long journey, come along.

Have you no luggage?

Unattractive, I call her.

Oh God!

Children. . children

Mrs Medlock

Mmgh...

Are we crossing the moors?

A bad night Mrs Medlock

Bad indeed Charles, a long and nasty journey

Is Mr Pitcher about?

Yes Maam

Fetch him will you?

Wait here a minute child

Good Evening Madam

Something amiss?

Oh. . oh . . No sir, it's just the children on the boat said that . . . you were a hunchback.

He doesn't want to see her.

So long as I know what's expected of me.

What's expected of you Mrs Medlock is that he doesn't see what he doesn't want to see.

Well and Good Mr Pitcher

He's leaving for London late tomorrow.

Her rooms are ready

Good night Miss Mary

Come along

Why I thought he was my uncle

Mr Pitcher?

He's just Mr Craven's man.

Rules the roost like the high and mighty I might add.

No better than me.

Well?

What's down there?

The hundred rooms?

Never you mind what's down there.

Come along

Here's where you play, there's where you sleep.

You might have a bright word

Tore out everything for you, he did.

Painting, furnishing

Trips to London for clothes and such

I had my hands full, I can tell you.

You might say, you're thankful .

What's down that hall?

Now let things be understood,

You play here you sleep there

Down the stairs on the right is the kitchen and the outdoors

All that, youre welcome

But don't you go poking about the house.

Why didn't my uncle want to see me?

I came all the way from India and his lights on

and it's the queerest house I've ever seen in all my life

and he doesn't want to see me

Well you might say he's the queer one

Well I don't want to see him

Hmm you're a queer one too

I heard somebody crying

I told you, no gadding about the house

I wasn't gadding about

I heard somebody crying

I'm sure I heard somebody crying

The wind off the moors , wuthering around the house

and you talk about someone crying

Goodnight

Herrr . . . Thar awake?

Who are you?

Why . . . I'm Martha

What does thy think of thy room ?

I hate it

What's so funny?

Well eh

If you don't like it then look out a window

Look at the moors

I hate them

Why you've non seen them yet

Don't say that

. . because they're bare and lonely with the winter time

You wait until it's Spring and Summer

and the gorse and the heather are smelling high with honey

and the Skylarks making noises . . ah

What kind of language are you talking?

Yorkshire Miss

Whom Mrs Medlock

she say I'll be a servant ever what with Yorkshire drooling from my tongue like rancid butter

ha ha ha ha rancid butter

Say but the good Lord knows, I'll never speak a proper language

Are you my servant?

Well there ...

Aye, you might say I'm Mrs. Medlocks servant and then ..

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