94年小妇人英文字幕.docVIP

A: Knights and ladies, elves and pages, monks and flower girls...all mingled gaily in the dance. Pauline cried out in horror as her bridegrooms mask fell...disclosing not her lover Ferdinand... but the face of his sworn enemy, Count Antonio. Revenge is mine, quoth he. Continued in the following edition. B: Excellent installment, Mr. Snodgrass. C: Oh, I love forbidden marriages! D: You ought to publish it, Jo. B: Really! Not just in the Pickwick Portfolio. A: Mr. Tupman, are you demeaning our fine newspaper? Mr. Winkle. C: One periwink-- Advertisement. One periwinkle sash belonging to Mr. N. Winkle... has been abscondated from the wash line... which gentleman desires any reports leading to its recovery. B: Gentlemen of the press, hear, hear! I call to your attention... our Mr. Tupmans The History of the Squash. D: Oh, dont read mine. C: Beth, this isnt a story. Its a recipe. D: Oh, dear, I never know what to write. A: First rule of writing, Mr. Tupman, is never write what you know. What do we think of the boy? Is he a captive like Smee in Nicholas Nickleby? D: He looks lonely. You dont think hell try to call? A: Maybe he has a secret-- a tragic, European secret. B: Hes had no upbringing at all they say. He was reared in Italy among artists and vagrants. A: Doesnt he have a noble brow? C: If I were a boy, Id want to look just like that. A: Imagine giving up Italy to come live with that awful old man! B: Jo, please dont say awful. Its slang. Id be terrified to live with him. I shouldnt mind living in such a fine house and having nice things. Oh, it doesnt seen like Christmas this year without presents. C: Im desperate for drawing pencils. A: I wish I didnt have to work for Great-Aunt March... that crabby old miser. B: And you, Beth. Whats your Christmas wish? D: Id like the war to end so Father can come home. A: Oh, sweet Beth. We all want that. D: They do have a beautiful piano. A: Wait til Im a writer. Ill buy you the best piano in crea