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- Chemise? - Lower.
so when I do look in the looking-glass I be glad I cannot see so well.
Mrs Haydon is presently with child.
Sir...
Natural light, blackness.
Had a gander at the Rembrandt.
I'm sorry to say, 'tis out of the question.
♪ Remember me
Huh!
I don't know!
Schooling, two years.
Worse than.
♪ Here I'll press thee to my heart
And what is it you are about now, Mrs Somerville?
John, you must not upset yourself like this,
I denote from your brogue that you hail from the Americas.
and needs to be drawn out in the right circumstances.
between the way you paint a sunrise as opposed to a sunset?
spick and span, ready for our first visitors
- Dr Price. - Good morning, Turner.
In natural philosophy
And might it also be determined by the angle of the light?
I think we would be happy.
- Herr Beethoven. - Ah!
My apologies if I have forced you to wait upon me.
- Name of manufacturer? - Er...
- Ten pounds, sir? - I wish to be free of the debt.
Oh, here.
- Daddy. - Ah!
That brigand still robbing us, is he?
- As I live and breathe. - My dear friend.
So, are you familiar with Margate, Mr Mallard?
Plutarch said, Painting is silent poetry.
what in Jesu's name can 50 pounds do?
and the onions grow.
Five times she has had to suffer that indignity.
Ah, Booth, yes. Mr Booth.
My house is full of things of beauty,
I need to pay the wine merchant, my colour man...
There. Oh, it be most pleasant to see you again.
let alone the sea.
- 'Tis known as a daguerreotype. - Oh.
- Your age? - Twenty-two, sir.
I do not know you, Mr Mallard,
I concur. He suffers the fate of Tantalus.
She be drowned dead.
This man... this man has spent a quarter of a century
Well, I do wish'ee a safe journey, and I thank you, Doctor.
Precisely.
My first husband were taken from me when I was but a young woman.
And yet, my dear Beechey, as his personal troubles increase,
Hey!
The greatest wonder in nature.
Would you like something to drink, sir?
- What is your quarrel here? - I have no respect for you.
There.
In summertime, though, 'tis a lovely calm spot for a picnic
Smoke, iron, steam.
Ahem... your Lordship!
Be sanguine, fill your boots.
That's too bad. That's too bad.
Are you faring well?
It needs no explanation, sir.
What does it do to elevate the art?
and my old ma used to say, them what fish for compliments don't gel none.
Um...
- Blue, as yourself. - Splendid.
- Eh? - Up in the muslin, Knock 'em out.
And out.
♪ Pretty Kitty
in pictorial art?
I have everything I need here in my wee bag,
There. 'Tis a nice day for'ee.
I am simply shutting out the light, Mr Booth.
...with diminishing light.
do we not, Mr Ruskin?
Oh, God!
- Changed my life, it did. - Oh, it did there.
Have a care!
- We've been worried to death about you. - For why?
Oh! Oh, there. Stay there, stay there.
Everything except God's good sunlight.
- A life-saver. - Aye. He did save many a life.
- It is damned inadequate, - I wish you good day, sir.
- A ghost of the past. - No, Rabbie.
Bit breathless. Been up to the farm.
Now, madam, sir, if I may ask you to fix your gaze here
Mm.
- What it that? - I don't know.
You have the arm of a blacksmith, Mrs Somerville.
There she is.
Sat in the corner of the shop, scratching away with the chalk and charcoal.
I enjoy good health, thank'ee. And yourself?
nice bright light for you to work by...
Missing your button, Mr Billy.
It's this way, sir.
You can't beat the old oxen.
He has on former occasion chosen to paint
Oh, yes, he's much engaged in administering to the poor veterans.
- I like your pictures. - Well, thank you, sir.
Ah, splendid.
My apologies to you both,
a man of great... spirit and fine feeling.
Colour is absolute.
♪ Sense of soul like thee and me
- It's not here. - 'Tis in your other pocket, then?
Mr Haydon, sir, with deep regret I must inform you
Good day, Father. May I present my child to you?
than a mere collection of precise brushstrokes
the goddess of love'