Premature Burial Page #2
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It's lovely.
I want to wish you
every happiness.
Thank you, Miles.
You're going to Venice...
for the honeymoon, I understand.
What was that? L... I'm sorry.
I inquired if you were going
to Venice for your honeymoon...
and I'm not accustomed
to people...
Carrell!
Forgive me, please.
What the devil's
the matter with the fella?
- Emily.
- Yes, darling?
That melody you're playing...
What is it?
"Molly Malone. "
Don't you like it?
No. Please stop playing.
But it's a charming melody.
I said please stop playing it!
I'm sorry. I...
Is there anything I can do, Guy?
No, nothing.
I'll come with you, Guy.
All of you,
leave me alone, please!
Guy. Guy, darling.
Please wake up.
They've all gone now.
Yes, Emily.
Are you feeling better?
I think so.
What's the matter, Guy?
What happened to you down there?
I can't remember, exactly.
I was talking with
your father, and then...
And then what?
The music.
Something about the music
you were playing.
What was it about the music?
It was the tune
he was whistling that night.
Who was?
There were two of them.
Sweeney and Mole
Were their names.
Oh, filthy,
disgusting creatures.
They were the ones
Who opened the grave...
and all the time whistling
that loathsome tune.
Darling...
Now we're alone.
Alone.
Just the two of us.
Together.
What was that?
I don't know.
It sounded like a scream.
Stay here.
King.
King, old fellow.
He is dead.
It must have been the lightning.
We'll bury him.
As you wish.
Now let us go in
out of the rain, Guy.
Why, he was only stunned.
I was going to bury him.
Guy.
I was going to bury him...
alive!
Sketching? Out here?
No, not sketching, really.
Making plans.
For the house?
You're very inquisitive.
Well, I'm married now...
and wives are supposed
to be inquisitive.
And husbands are
Supposed to be secretive.
However, I'll tell you
one of my secrets...
Oh, Guy, really.
You don't believe me?
I'll wager you a shilling.
All right.
I'll accept your wager.
Come on. Show me this miracle.
With pleasure.
There you are.
What about your wager?
Oh, I lose the wager.
Here's your shilling.
It was worth much more,
believe me.
Guy.
Yes, dear?
What about our honeymoon?
You promised you'd take me
to Venice, remember?
Aren't you happy here?
Oh, yes, of course...
but, well, you're
on your own so much...
You must be patient with me.
All right.
In the meantime...
I'll brighten up
that dreary old house.
There.
Look. Aren't they lovely?
Take them away!
Guy, don't be so ill-tempered.
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