Sous le soleil de Satan Page #3
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Your wife's back tomorrow, no?
Your rashness will be our ruin.
We used to only meet out of town.
Now you make up and lie.
Scared?
It's fun to be beautiful.
A new suitor is always handsome.
of us is even handsomer.
That's how you look at me.
Men are so sad.
We grow too used
to them to notice.
You didn't examine me!
I will now.
Another time.
Anyway, I know more
about it than anyone.
In 6 months I'll be a "proud mother",
This pregnancy seems unlikely.
You love me?
I ask because of an idea I have.
What idea?
Do you love me? Answer me!
Don't give me that!
Tell me you love me.
You don't dare say it? Scared?
You hate me, but less than I do.
You don't know about self-hate.
About what?
Hate and contempt...
you've never felt that.
It's like an idea that you get...
you want to sink...
into a pit where the contempt
I used to be afraid...of a word,
a look, anything...
That Rageot woman really hurt me once.
I was crossing the Planques bridge.
as if I had the plague.
You feel ashamed...
Whoever you sleep with...
Sometimes, at night,
a few paces from my snoring father...
I, scorned buy everyone,
but for what?...
I get up, I listen...
my little body feels so strong...
I go to the window,
as if drawn by a voice outside...
I wait...
I'm ready...
I must be insane...
You're over emotional...
Let me examine you...
I've changed my mind.
All right. I suspect you've been
pregnant longer than you say.
There's no hiding from Science!
I didn't lie to you.
It doesn't show yet.
I know you won't let me down.
What do you mean?
I'm not stupid.
I know it's easy for you people.
One, two, three and it's gone.
Love won't make me lose my head.
What you're asking is illegal
and I won't do it.
Then don't...
I'll go to Boulogne!
All I'm asking is a trifle!
You can leave if you want.
Don't let me go.
Don't throw me out today.
Usually, I'm not scared...
This is the first time.
I also want to apologize.
I was so unpleasant just now.
If you'd made me go,
I'd have been back.
Because I need you.
Not for what you think.
Let's not squabble over a baby
that'll never be born.
I need you because you're
the only man I don't lie to.
Think that's nothing?
You're wrong!
I lie all the time,
I can't help it.
Even as a kid I hated my lies.
With you I can be natural,
as I want to be.
Why aren't we like animals?
They live and die unthinkingly
Oxen calmly chew hay
before they're slaughtered.
I envy that.
If I'd put you out,
where'd you have gone?
To kill myself.
I pictured a place.
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