FaradayWhat this house needs is a big dose of happiness.
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Faraday[Voice over]The first time I saw Hundreds Hall was July 1919. An Empire Day fete, the summer after the Great War. I'd passed by its gates often enough, never imagining they would open to me, a common village boy. There was bunting and cakes and all manner of games. And, at the heart of it, the Ayres family. So happy and handsome back then. But it was the house itself, still in its glory, which somehow impressed me terribly. My mother had described the place often. But seeing it myself for the first time, nothing could have prepared me for the spell it cast that day.
FaradayI'm the doctor here. You must allow me to decide who the invalids are.
Mrs. AyresAnd you must remember whose house this is.
Mrs. AyresAnd you must remember whose house this is.
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FaradayI did for a time consider leaving but... a man can not outrun himself.
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Mrs. AyresThis house works on people. Girls come here like specks of grit. Then years later, they leave as pearls.
Mrs. AyresThis house works on people. Girls come here like specks of grit. Then years later, they leave as pearls.
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Caroline AyresWe've lost the trick of company. Mother won't have guests with the house so shabby.
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FaradayYou're right about the houses. My mother would've liked one. She might be alive and living in one if she hadn't worked herself into an early grave to get me an education.
Caroline AyresI'm sure she was very proud of you. Your father too.