Le grand Meaulnes Page #4

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Would you like me to?

I'll be waiting for you, Augustin.

They're coming!

They're entering the lane.

Why don't they get out?

What's going on?

Well, children?

- She never showed up.

- That can't be!

- It's a mix- up.

- She sent a letter.

Please, leave me alone!

Stay with him.

You're his friend.

Go on.

Your sister is against it.

Your grandfather is against it.

And I'm against it, too.

I waited two deadly hours.

Then they brought me an awful letter.

"Frantz, my love,

"This marriage is impossible.

"We come from very different worlds.

"I lied to you...

"about who I am,

my family, my fortune and all.

"Even about my name.

"Adieu. You will never find me."

We could have talked it over.

Just what she didn't want.

Why? But why?

Because she loves you.

She wrote it.

Her pistol was this letter.

To end this dream

she thought impossible.

How wonderfully we met!

Her laugh made me lower

the carriage window.

I saw the sweetest, most natural face.

It was the very image of life,

unaffected and forthright.

Thank you.

Thank you all.

There will be other occasions.

That's right.

Take your gifts back.

What a waste!

We didn't even see the bride.

You've listened with brotherly patience.

We're made of the same stuff.

Ready to attempt

what others call an adventure...

which terrifies them.

If you agree to be my friend,

some good will have come

of this dreadful day.

I'll find the young woman.

I'll bring her back to you.

It's tremendous to restore my hope.

I promise you.

Hurry up, before

all the carriages are gone.

The tall young man there! Hurry!

You must help me.

Help you do what?

Will you help me?

You must.

Then I'll help you.

Over the next weeks,

You sure it's this way?

You said, Quarry.

We're going there.

There should be a lane with a turret.

I've never been in love.

I mean, not really in love.

Except maybe

one of Uncle Florentin's girls.

The third one. Marthe.

I kissed her.

Is this where you bring me?

Can't you read?

The Sand Quarry.

But the chteau, the turret...

You wanted a quarry.

Can't you read?

But this isn't it. You mentioned

a pond where you used to bathe.

Don't shout.

The pond is just behind.

The girls would undress here,

and we'd watch through the holes.

You're just a bunch of snot- nosed kids.

I was sure you couldn't know it.

It's too good for you.

Maybe, but I don't talk nonsense.

Maybe you made it all up.

Just to show off.

The nameless girl. The lost country.

The ghost chteau.

And the vest?

Have you forgotten?

Slowly, as his confident,

I became imbued

with his adventure.

I felt as much the hero as he.

But we found nothing.

Meaulnes was in despair, unlike me.

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