The Sheltering Sky Page #3

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And I'm not going to.

I'm sure they're going to ask us.

And I'm terrified of trains.

I hate choices.

Rather than try to ease whatever

tension might rise between them...

she determined

to be intransigent.

It could come now or later,

that much- awaited reunion...

but it must be all his doing.

You were right. The young monster

woke me up.

He says they're leaving

in about an hour to Boussif.

And joy of joys,

they've asked us to join them.

I knew it.

It's much faster by car.

Probably 5 hours instead of 11.

Probably a lot safer too.

Certainly a lot more comfortable.

The trains are hellish.

- Why is it so dark out?

- It's not dark. It's beautiful.

There is one slight problem.

They can't take all three of us.

Well, that settles it then.

We can't leave Tunner.

What do you mean? He's not our guest.

We don't have to be with him, do we?

You don't have to, no.

You mean, you do?

I'm not leaving Tunner

to go off in that Nazi car...

with that redhead

and that criminal.

- Little criminal?

- He gives me the creeps.

But you can do exactly as you like.

I'm going on the train with Tunner.

Kit, you're terrified of trains.

Yes.

But now I've made my mind up.

To go with Tunner?

Yes.

Can you read in this light?

I'm just looking at the pictures.

I'm sorry. It's just that I get

very nervous on trains.

Now, listen...

I want you to forget about

all that stuff.

I am here to make sure

nothing happens to you.

They search our rooms, they steal

our things and they eavesdrop.

I'm sorry. Who does all this?

The Arabs! They are a stinking

low race with nothing to do but spy.

They hate us all. So do the French.

They loathe us most.

- I find Arabs very sympathetic.

- That's because they're servile.

- Once you turn your back...

- Once, in Mogadore...

Shut up! Who wants to hear

about your stupidity?

- Mother!

- How dare you speak to me like that?

You need a good smack on the face,

that's what you need.

How about some medicine

for the nerves?

Not champagne?

Oh, Tunner. Tunner!

- Just what the doctor ordered.

- We're saved.

- Port would have a fit.

- Yeah, well, Port isn't here.

Oh, look! A burro!

It reminds me of Spain.

That's a horrible country.

- Full of soldiers, priests and Jews.

- Jews?

They run the country, of course.

Only in Spain they call themselves,

"Catolico, Catolico!"

- No, we must make it last.

- Why?

Because it's magic.

It can stop a train.

Well, I've got lots of magic.

Is that a man singing?

Hard to tell.

Drink up.

- I think I was never meant to live.

- Now, Kit...

You're nervous.

It's why I got champagne.

Nothing's that important, you know?

Relax, take it easy.

- Who was it said...?

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