So Evil My Love Page #2

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What are you doing?

I'm moving.

Moving?

Yes, i've taken a room.

What are you talking about?

I'm a little weary of your attic, my dear,

And I'm also weary of our

friends in Bows Street.

Well, it'll be the same wherever you go.

Not in the house of the most

reputable widow in London.

A widow!

Yes, and a missionary to boot.

You're sure it's not Queen Victoria.

It's just as safe, and just as respectable.

What do you care about respectability?

Nothing whatever.

I do care about my skin, though.

Mark, I do hate you're going.

Oh, it won't be for long.

But, I've only just got you back.

Oh, stop sniveling.

Do you have any money?

What do you think?

You're a bad liar. How much?

Two quid. But I need it...

Give it me.

But what am I supposed to live

On sweet lavender?

Here. Give me half.

At least half.

You don't need it. You can make more.

I can't.

It's not as easy modeling as it used to be.

They say the June's gone out of my Juno.

Then get a little fat in you

And they'll view you for Venus.

Don't go, darling.

Don't go tonight. Please.

An idiot would know you were there.

My dear Mark.

Your teeth are too white.

If you wish to hide. Don't open your mouth.

I hardly expected to see you here.

Why not?

I'm on excellent terms with the police.

The police seem curiously ill informed.

Tell me. How did you go through the cellar

Next door and are leaving the same way?

They are not very bright.

Nor are they very stupid.

Your homecoming appears to have caused

them considerable embarrassment.

And you, my dear friend.

How does it affect you?

You've been some time

in paying your respects.

Well. I've.. I've only just learned

that you were back.

Yes. Yes, and then...

My unbounded delight was tempered

only by my desire for your safety.

How ardent. How very ardent.

You must remember that it was I, not you

That was forced to run for Jamaica.

Yet it was you...

Let us say it was both of us.

Undoubtedly that would be

the opinion of the court.

And not to put too fine a point upon it

We should both hang.

That is a prospect I am prepared

to go to some pains to avoid.

Yes, but not at my expense.

Let us have this perfectly clear, Edgar.

Whatever happens to me happens to you.

Two pints of brown ale. Right sir.

Always rooftops and always late.

Such a bore.

You need the exercise you're much too fat.

You seem to be bursting with news.

What are your plans?

Have at papillion.

The american Market in old masters

is positively at its peak.

With your talent we can

fake a nice little line in

Rembrandts, rubens

And live in comfort

for the rest of our lives.

No.

I'm the best painter in England.

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