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for a moment at my newspaper?
Od course.
Have you ever tried writing
stories based on reality?
Reality...
always voyages beyond,
outside, or beneath
all the forms established
by society or by the mind,
to the abysses, to the
bottom of the sea, to the South Pole.
Of all melancholy topics, what,
according to the
universal understanding of mankind,
is the most melancholy?
Death is the obvious reply.
And when is this most melancholy of topics
most poetical? When it most closely
allies itself to Beauty.
The death then of a beautiful woman
is unquestionably
the most poetical topic in the world.
We've arrived.
You can still withdraw
and return with us.
Your 10 is too tempting.
- Think carefully.
- Thanks for the interview,
and I hope Lord Thomas's ghosts
will let me publish it.
We'll come back at dawn.
Good luck.
Good luck, my young friend.
You'll find torches
under the staircase.
Don't let yourself be influenced
by this atmosphere.
All this is absurd.
These suspicious noises,
these strange apparitions
must have a rational explanation!
To doubt, even if only for a second,
means to be afraid.
It's an optical illusion.
It's very simple.
It's just an optical illusion.
Did my brother send you?
If your brother is
Lord Thomas Blackwood, then yes.
Your brother told me
that the castle was unoccupied.
Yes, I know what he says.
- To him, I'm dead.
He refuses to see me
ever since I left
his world
to seek happiness here.
Haven't you been able to persuade him
to reconcile with you?
No, I've stayed alone.
Maybe it's better
that I go away.
Are you afraid of me?
No, but if had known,
I wouldn't have accepted this wager.
Of course...
The famous wager that my brother
offers each year
in order to give me company
for one night
and to nourish the legend
that surrounds this castle.
They are fantastic stories.
They're coincidences,
chance occurrences.
Don't you want to win the wager?
Has anyone won it
before me?
The past matters little.
Now, there is just you, me,
and 100.
To tell the truth,
I bet only 10.
I'm not as rich
as you think.
You won't become rich,
but you can help me
put one over on m'lord.
Come.
I've prepared your room
on this floor.
You knew I was coming?
Of course.
You, or someone else...
Every year,
someone comes on this night.
On this night...
the night of the dead.
- Are you afraid?
- Who blew them out?
No one.
Everything goes out and lights up again
sometimes, surely you know that.
You're trembling.
It's cold here.
Must it be up to me,
a woman, to put you at ease?
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