Secret Ceremony Page #2

That's me.

That's all I am.

I often think of our day on the Downs

and the leaves on which we lay.

I didn't mind getting wet.

I saw the clouds beyond you.

You said, "Am I too heavy?"

I didn't mind that,

or your breathing or anything like that,

as long as we were dressed.

But I will not undress for you.

I won't let you get that close.

Do you want to touch my hair?

All right, you may... touch my hair.

Oh...

Let go of me!

I'll give you the sound if you let go.

What's so great about that sound anyway?

Why do you make such a fuss

about that sound?

Take your hand off me!

Please! Take your hand away!

Take your bloody hand off me!

Mummy... Come along, Mummy.

Come along.

Where...?

Good morning, Mummy.

- Good morning.

- How is the pain?

Pain?

I slept marvellously.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Spring has come overnight.

Where are my clothes?

What do you want to wear?

Well, you choose, darling.

You've always had such distinguished taste.

No. That's too drab for a spring day.

That should be worn

on a day when it rains like piss.

I beg your pardon.

I don't know what made me say that.

You know, I was having, er... tea

the other day, at the, er...

when this... the, er...

the Duchess said the selfsame expression.

Can you believe it?

Oh... that must be an original!

It is. I'd completely forgotten it.

When was the last time I wore it?

It must have been...

Oh, yes, of course,

the Queen's birthday party.

Just the thing for a... formal occasion.

Like the opera.

- Or the... the ballet.

- The opera.

Or a sit-down supper party.

Oh, God, I'm getting so fat!

I keep on retaining all this

terrible water. It puffs me up so.

- Is that necessary?

- Keep still.

What's the matter with your hair?

I... I never could stand

anyone mucking around with my hair.

It makes me fidgety.

It gives me goose bumps.

Please stop!

But we can't have you walking about

looking like a whore.

No.

Who's that?

Aunt Hannah and Hilda, I suppose.

- We've been to the cemetery.

- Lovely blowing weather.

There wasn't a flower

on your mother's grave.

Do you think that's proper?

It's too cold for flowers.

Cenci, your mother is dead.

You mustn't wander the streets

looking for her.

- No.

- Are you listening?

- Yes.

- Don't interrupt. I can't get a word in.

Mother's in the garden pruning roses.

There isn't a soul in the garden.

One of your morbid jokes again.

Very well, two can play.

Daddy Albert was arrested in Philadelphia.

- I don't know what you mean.

- For interfering with a minor.

Leave me alone!

Why can't you leave me alone?!

You're all nerves, Cenci.

You haven't even offered us any coffee.

These young people! No discipline.

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