| Anne:
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| Walter Hartright — I remember you!
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| Walter:
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| Are you of this world? |
| Have I imagined you?
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| Anne:
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| You see I am no ghost before you.
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| I am flesh and blood, believe your eyes.
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| Kind sir, my name is Anne, Anne Catherick,
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| and believe my words, I tell no lies.
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| Limerich was my home in childhood,
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| though I didn’t live here long.
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| Locked away while still a girl,
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| allthough I did nothing wrong.
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| Imprisoned in a dark asylum
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| by a man of guile and treachery.
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| The truth will see the light, I vow it!
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| Though he thinks that he can silence me.
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| I told you that I have a secret —
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| one I cannot share with you.
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| I must finale what I seek
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| to spare her what I’ve been through! |
| Ahhr!
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| I told you of my cruel tormentor.
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| When I think of him I’m filled with shame.
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| I’ll tell you who he is this instant,
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| if you swear you won’t forget his name.
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| Walter:
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| I swear!
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| Anne:
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| Sir Percival Glyde
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| Sir Percival Glyde
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| Walter:
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| Sir Percival Glyde…
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| No, please wait!
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| Marian:
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| Mr. Hartright, there’s a urgent matter we must speak of right away.
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| Walter:
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| Pray it isn’t serious?
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| Marian:
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| This is hard for me to say.
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| In the days before you came here, you were out of money, out of spirits then. |