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Esther Waters is a British drama film directed by Ian Dalrymple and Peter Proud and starring Kathleen Ryan, Dirk Bogarde (first credited film appearance), and Cyril Cusack. It is an adaptation of the novel Esther Waters by George leondumoulin.nlng‎: ‎Kathleen Ryan‎; ‎Dirk Bogarde.
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He was also in breeches and gaiters, and to his boots were attached long-necked spurs. His pale yellow hair gave him a somewhat ludicrous appearance, as he stood talking to his father, but the moment he prepared to get into the saddle he seemed quite different.

He rode a beautiful chestnut horse, a little too thin, Esther thought, and the ugly little boys were mounted on horses equally thin. The squire rode a stout grey cob, and he watched the chestnut, and was also interested in the brown horse that walked with its head in the air, pulling at the smallest of all the boys, a little freckled, red-headed fellow.

Oh, we did have a fine time then, for we all had a bit on. The betting was twenty to one, and I won twelve and six pence. Grover won thirty shillings. The late Mr. Latch had been a confidential steward, and large sums of money were constantly passing through his hands for which he was never asked for any exact account.

Under the new management things were gone into more closely, and it was then discovered that Mr. The defeat of Marksman had hit Mr. Latch as hard as it had hit the squire, and to pay his debts of honour he had to take from the money placed in his charge, confidently hoping to return it in a few months. Latch came forward with all her savings and volunteered to forego her wages for a term of years. Old Latch died soon after, some lucky bets set the squire on his legs again, the matter was half forgotten, and in the next generation it became the legend of the Latch family.

But to Mrs. Latch had always refused Mr. It was against her will that he had been taught to ride; but to her great joy he soon grew out of all possibility of becoming a jockey.

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Latch was pained when Mr. Barfield proposed it. They look too slight. And that reminds me — it is as much as your place is worth to breathe one syllable about them horses; you must know nothing when you are asked. I believe that it was Mr. Leopold that told; he finds out everything. But I was telling you how I learnt about the race-horses. It was from Jim Story — Jim was my pal — Sarah is after William, you know, the fellow who brought you into the kitchen last night.

They sent Jim away just as if he was a dog. Would they send her away at the end of the week, or that very afternoon? What should she do if they turned her out-of-doors that very afternoon? Walk back to London? She did not know if that was possible. She did not know how far she had come — a long distance, no doubt. She had seen woods, hills, rivers, and towns flying past. Never would she be able to find her way back through that endless country; besides, she could not carry her box on her back What was she to do? Not a friend, not a penny in the world.

Oh, why did such misfortune fall on a poor little girl who had never harmed anyone in the world! And if they did give her her fare back — what then? Should she go home? Latch had not spoken to her since she had come into the kitchen, and it seemed to Esther that she had looked round with the air of one anxious to discover something that might serve as a pretext for blame.

She had told Esther to make haste and lay the table afresh. Those who had gone were the stable folk, and breakfast had now to be prepared for the other servants. Grover addressed an occasional remark to Sarah Tucker, a tall girl with a thin freckled face and dark-red hair. The butler, who was not feeling well, did not appear at breakfast, and Esther was sent to him with a cup of tea. There were the plates to wash and the knives to clean, and when they were done there were potatoes, cabbage, onions to prepare, saucepans to fill with water, coal to fetch for the fire.

She worked steadily without flagging, fearful of Mrs. The race-horses were coming through the paddock-gate; Margaret called to Mr. Randal, a little man, wizen, with a face sallow with frequent indigestions. John made no articulate reply, but he muttered something, and his manner showed that he strongly deprecated all female interest in racing; and when Sarah and Grover came running down the passage and overwhelmed him with questions, crowding around him, asking both together if Silver Braid had won his trial, he testily pushed them aside, declaring that if he had a race-horse he would not have a woman-servant in the place Won his trial, indeed!

He has known the Gaffer so long that he knows the moment he looks at him whether the gees are all right. There was for dessert a jelly and a blancmange, and Esther did not know where any of the things were, and a great deal of time was wasted. She understood, however, that it would not be wise to give way to her feeling, and that the only way she could hope to retain her situation was by doing nothing to attract attention.

She must learn to control that temper of hers — she must and would. There were not more than ten or eleven at dinner, but sitting close together they seemed more numerous, and quite half the number of faces that looked up as she took her place next to Margaret Gale, were unknown to her. Randal sat at the end of the table helping the pudding.

He addressed the sandy-haired man as Mr. Swindles; but Esther learnt afterwards his real name was Ward, and that he was Mr. Swindles told her to desist. The attention of the whole table being thus drawn towards the boy, Esther was still further surprised at the admiration he seemed so easily to command and the important position he seemed to occupy, notwithstanding his diminutive stature, whereas the bigger boys were treated with very little consideration.

The long-nosed lad, with weak eyes and sloping shoulders, who sat on the other side of the table on Mr. Leopold when his name is Mr.

The Tinman nearly caught me on the post — came with a terrific rush; he is just hawful, that Tinman is. I did catch it from the Gaffer — he did give it me. Leopold, Mr. Swindles, the housemaid, and the cook dined off the leg of mutton, a small slice of which was sent to the Demon. Can you take physic? Can you take castor-oil? Swindles had overheard the question and burst into a roar of laughter. Everyone wanted to know what the joke was, and, feeling they were poking fun at her, Esther refused to answer. The first helpings of pudding or mutton had taken the edge off their appetites, and before sending their plates for more they leaned over the table listening and laughing open-mouthed.

It was a bare room, lit with one window, against which Mrs. The window looked on one of the little back courts and tiled ways which had been built at the back of the house; and the shadowed northern light softened the listening faces with grey tints. But this morning we were on ahead, and the Gaffer had Jim all to himself.

And off they went, beginning the other side of Southwick Hill.