You See I Am No Ghost

Anne:
Walter Hartright — I remember you!
Walter:
Are you of this world? Have I imagined you?
Anne:
You see I am no ghost before you.
I am flesh and blood, believe your eyes.
Kind sir, my name is Anne, Anne Catherick,
and believe my words, I tell no lies.
Limerich was my home in childhood,
though I didn’t live here long.
Locked away while still a girl,
allthough I did nothing wrong.
Imprisoned in a dark asylum
by a man of guile and treachery.
The truth will see the light, I vow it!
Though he thinks that he can silence me.
I told you that I have a secret —
one I cannot share with you.
I must finale what I seek
to spare her what I’ve been through! Ahhr!
I told you of my cruel tormentor.
When I think of him I’m filled with shame.
I’ll tell you who he is this instant,
if you swear you won’t forget his name.
Walter:
I swear!
Anne:
Sir Percival Glyde
Sir Percival Glyde
Walter:
Sir Percival Glyde…
No, please wait!
Marian:
Mr. Hartright, there’s a urgent matter we must speak of right away.
Walter:
Pray it isn’t serious?
Marian:
This is hard for me to say.
In the days before you came here, you were out of money, out of spirits then.