Cecilia Page #3

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Some people

have all the luck!

I'm so glad to see you.

Oh, come on,

let's join the crowd.

May I present my niece.

She doesn't live in Paris,

but...

We've known each other

for a long time.

Of course.

What's the matter with me?

You owe me half a dance;

remember?

Yes, of course.

See you later.

They look good together,

don't they?

Yes, they do at that.

Ah, come one, Andre.

Why are you looking so sad?

Oh, she isn't lost,

you know.

He'll bring her

back to you.

Goon!

Enjoy yourself!

Let's enjoy ourselves too!

Come on; cheer up!

Somebody told me

that your first novel

was autobiographical.

Yes, one day,

I sat down and decided

to write a story

about my first abortion.

What do you call it?

'Neither Virgin,

Nor Martyr'.

Wow, that should sell!

That is one

hell of a title.

Come on,

don't be such a prig!

Will you come

and dance with me?

Oh, of course.

Cheer up, young man!

A beautiful flower

for a beautiful lady!

What's wrong?

Listen to me, Cecilia.

No!

I've wanted you

for years and years.

--listen to me!

-- For Christ's sake!

Will you leave me alone!

Cut it out!

They won't miss us,

Cecilia.

--let's get away.

-- You're crazy!

Stay here,

just a moment!

Come on,

let go of me!

Listen to the birds,

how happy they sound.

They do!

Listen,

so close to Paris --

and yet so far!

Oh, there you are!

Ah, bravo!

Oh, congratulations!

Oh, you were marvelous!

I was?

You're too modest;

I want to congratulate you.

If that's the way

you feel about it.

Oh, yes, you were sublime,

the way you held on to her.

-- Gave me a thrill.

-- What are you talking about?

Yes, you did, and I'll

have you know, my friend,

we both expected

no less from you.

What a wonderful display

of mastery!

Sheer mastery!

You were

too much for words!

Last week on television,

we lost the cup.

Ah, tragedy!

We would have kept it

if your horse

hadn't tripped.

Tough luck!

Oh, yes.

So, that's what

you're talking about.

We're going to love,

and want each other

more than ever.

Yes, you know

the way I feel.

You're not only my wife

and my mistress --

You're also --

my confidant.

Well, now --

Now, we can do anything

we want to!

Not quite.

We can't love

anybody else --

nor be infatuated.

The love we feel

for each other

must remain...

the greatest.

Of course, darling.

But then, we've

got to tell each other

everything --

everything we do.

Yes.

You know, I read

in a book a long time ago

about lovers

who came to an agreement.

They allowed themselves

total freedom

to make sure

that they'd stay faithful.

That's what we'll do.

Want to know

what happened next?

She killed him

with jealousy.

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