4x-xx-xx ep53 The Wooden Ghost

the past, victims of a world gone by speak again the immortal tale, the wooden ghost. We head out, look younger on the road. What is it, Fundriel? A man, hearing us to stop. What shall I do? Well, I don't see a thing but darkness. He may be a highwayman. You have a pistol? Oh yes I see him now. Stop the carriage, Manjeel. He's a man may need help.

Where did he go? Manjeel, can you see him from your box up there? Go, Manjeel, he disappeared. Oh, look, Manjeel down. There in the shadows beside the road. A tall man in a cape and white brimmed hat.

Montreal, drive on! Colford! Hold the reins. Then here, d'all. What shall I do? He's coming toward the carriage, Montreal. Wait. You mean here, Gerard, d'all? I am. What do you want? I have been waiting until your return from Rotterdam.

You are the young Colleen Guardian of Rose Folderkost, I believe. Yes, yes I am. Tonight, by the clock of the status, I will call it your studio and lighten to see you on an urgent matter.

Yes, but what urgent matter is it mine here? I will tell you of it then. It is my card. Expect me at seven. Good evening to you. Good. evening. We heard how what kind of a man is he I could not see his face nor could I if I'm feel it it was if he had no face oh the Saints protect us drive away from

here as fast as you can never admit your good uncle's the best teacher in Holland but without a shadow of doubt I'm his most promising student but I can't understand how you, Rose Pldercost, can expect anybody to paint a portrait of a man without a face.