Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- There's an absurd account of a view. - Do read it.
- The National Gallery. - Looking at Italian art.
Congratulations.
I shall want to come up to London more.
I blame you. You had no business to undo my work about the Miss Alans.
Oh, yes, Charlotte! I don't mind.
Oh, dear.
But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas,
There is no other source.
It would be robbing the one who lost.
You're not such a splendid player. The light was in my eyes.
This is not what we were led to expect.
There isn't any carriage.
Mr. Emerson says it's all his fault.
so I'm breaking it off.
She will certainly blame me when she hears of it.
It was most indelicate!
Won't you play some more?
I say, Cecil, do play, there's a good chap. Just this once. It's Floyd's last day.
Of course I'd prefer friends of yours...
Look at that fat man! He must weigh as much as I do, but he's floating like a balloon.
Indeed they are. Miss Teresa and Miss Catharine Alan. I met them in Italy.
Mary, have you got any change?
- But... - Then I don't get the photographs.
I've no wish to even hear your son's name mentioned. He has misbehaved from the first.
Ladies especially, I'm afraid.
I've never been myself, nor do I have any plans to go.
The young English girl, transfigured by Italy.
Let me do that for you.
Standard reaction to any letter from Cousin Charlotte.
It happened to the Goths.
...music and life will mingle.
Miss Bartlett and Miss Honeychurch.
Such an agreeable family. What a pity.
Victory, Mr. Floyd!
Poor, poor Charlotte!
Courage, Miss Honeychurch, and faith.
- I promised. It's only for a few days. - Victoria Station.
- Would you like it closed? - Oh, thank you.
Yes, Freddy, there is a right and a wrong sort.
Lucy, are you absolutely sure? I only want to do what is right for you.
Why does she look like that?
Every kind of sense. I don't care what I see outside. My vision is within.
Mother... Charlotte... Cecil... Freddy... you...
It's so good of Mr. Vyse to spare you.
I mustn't miss the train. The removers can do the rest.
You can settle your debt nicely now.
I can't bear it, and now I've made you cry. Forgive me.
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- Hello? - Hello.
And now here's Miss Honeychurch marrying Mr. Vyse in January...
We salute thee.
- Why not to you? - No, I insist.
I wouldn't want Mother to think so.
Oh, let's not go on now.
I cannot blame him, but I wish he'd told me about it first.
Thank you very much. Goodbye.
Why should they? When you deceived everyone...
I mean, would you not mention it to anyone, my foolish behavior.
On no account. The view of the Arno is yours.
Acting the little god down here with his patronage
Mr. Emerson. What are you doing here?
Paper soap is a great help towards freshening up one's face on a train.