Corridor of Mirrors Page #4

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Oh?

Alright. Show me round.

Show me your studio.

I don't paint any more.

Why ever not?

Have you noticed this?

It should interest you.

Do you recognize it?

I'm ashamed. Should I?

Is it so famous? It's a mirror.

Has it a special significance?

Only for me Mifanwy.

I'd like you to have it.

No, I couldn't. Please.

It would give me a particular

pleasure if you accept it.

Paul.

Do you know what you put

in that wine you gave me?

I'd swear I've just seen a

white cat ..in the mirror.

Cat? Nonsense.

I did .. there!

Get out .. get out .. get out!

A lovely cat.

I do apologize .. I'm afraid I've ..

Well ..

I must be going. I promised to have an

early night and it's getting rather late.

But I thoroughly enjoyed

myself .. I really did.

Please don't go yet.

It's not very, very late.

Stay and have another glass of wine.

Well .. maybe.

Perhaps it is a little late.

I'll get you your cloak.

You've been interested, I hope.

Yes .. enormously .. enormously.

I'm glad.

Mifanwy I wanted to call it.

But the natives couldn't pronounce it,

so they gave it a new name: Devil Girl.

Particularly suitable.

Your prejudiced in her favor

because she's your daughter.

Sir David Conway,

the over-indulgent father?

I wonder what the quivering

prisoners at the bar would think ..

If they could see me as I am.

Well she certainly keeps

the most fantastic hours.

You know, it's none of

my business but ..

Don't you think this night-club

life is bad for a young girl?

Put it this way.

The gawky schoolgirl that you remember

has turned into something of a beauty.

Oh that's rather a fine peak.

Oh, I'm not very worried about her.

The people she runs

with are all like her.

Just marking time, waiting for

something to happen to them.

Here! End of film.

And so we say .. farewell.

Owen Rhys.

My dear girl.

Well, say something .. preferably

something about me.

Well, four years in the wild hasn't

exactly improved my small talk.

Well .. have I changed? Said

she, expecting the answer "yes".

No .. you still have a

brace on your teeth.

And I can't see your legs but I

expect you're still knock-kneed.

And quite honestly between you and

me .. your nose is still very shiny.

Oh you beast .. you're probably right.

Well go on talking about your months in

the wild or the bush or wherever it was.

Well, I'm home for a short time,

and then away for a couple of years.

I think that's all.

Why do grown men do these things?

To get away from young

women who write poems.

I have still got that one about

"love and dove" you knocked up.

I find you quite terrifying.

Flattering, quite flattering.

How do you turn this

infernal thing off, Owen?

Unorthodox, but effective.

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