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not see each other for a while.

Why?

- Why, David, what have I done?

- Nothing.

Knowing you has been wonderful,

but you hang on to me too hard.

Sometimes I get the feeling

that you're choking me to death.

Everyone wants to be loved,

but no one wants to be smothered.

This whole thing, it's getting too involved.

It was never meant to go this far,

you know that.

- We agreed to that a long time ago.

- I know, but...

it's the sort of thing that people say

before they fall in love.

Louise, I hadn't wanted to tell you

this for a while...

but I think, now, maybe I should.

- I've had...

- David, please take me home.

- Waiting won't make it easier.

- Take me home, David.

David, I can't run away from it any longer.

What were you going to tell me?

I don't know what I want just now,

but I have to keep moving until I get it.

Blame it on the army, blame it on the war,

blame it on anything you like, but...

- that's the way it is.

- All right, go.

Go wherever you like.

But let me wait for you.

At least let me do that.

No. I won't be back this way.

Louise, you have got to let go.

I can't love you the way you love me.

I never could.

Believe me, someday you're gonna

be glad you're rid of me.

Won't you try to understand?

- Nobody caring what happens to me.

- When you're calm, I'll talk to you.

All right, run away.

- Miss Howell.

- Good evening, Mr. Graham.

I understood you were employed

to take care of my wife.

- Yes.

- Why don't you?

This is my day off, Mr. Graham.

- I see. Well, go and look after her.

- Yes, sir.

You'll find her rather upset, I'm afraid.

Who is that? Is that you, Dean?

- I told you...

- It's Louise, I'll be with you in a minute.

I don't want you to do anything for me.

I won't have you touch me.

Not after what's been going on

between you and my husband.

Nothing's been going on,

Mrs. Graham, you know that.

Don't try to fool me.

I can tell you're up to something

just by looking at you.

Where have you been all day?

Who were you with?

No one you'd be interested in.

Why don't you try and get some rest?

How can I rest? Lying here all alone,

no one to look after me...

nobody to care.

Even my own husband hates me.

That's not true, you know he's very upset

when you're unhappy.

He should be upset, it's his fault

I'm like this. All his fault.

- Is that you, Miss Howell?

- Yes, Mr. Graham.

- Have you a moment?

- Certainly.

I wanted to apologize for being so abrupt

when you came in this evening.

I'd just gone through a rather

unpleasant half-hour.

I understood that, Mr. Graham.

I imagine you were subjected to much

the same sort of thing, just now.

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