The Sinister Monk Page #4

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than a sack full of fleas!

And in Darkwood Hall,

there are more than a dozen active fleas.

I mean, teenagers dancing around.

What a drag! Who dances like this

nowadays? Who has a chance to kiss anyone?

And how about with Ronny?

- Yes. Or Smitty?

And, Mr. Short?

- I've had enough. I'm going into town.

Buy me a lipstick. Love Pink!

- I'll think of it.

I want to tell you how glad I am

that you came here.

Do you believe people are fated to meet?

- But, Ronny...

No, wait. Don't go away!

Now, I know why I've never married.

Even after all this time.

I've been waiting for you!

- You shouldn't say such things, Ronny!

Looking for someone?

Ronny?

Oh, hello, dear!

Have you seen Ronny?

What are you doing here?

- Waiting.

Who are you?

- My name is d'Arol.

I was engaged here as a French instructor.

- Oh, of course!

At the moment the girls are on vacation!

- I want to settle in good time.

My luggage is on the way.

This is my niece, Miss Gilmore.

I'll show you to your room. Please.

Thank you.

Have you seen Ronny?

- Yes. But I don't know where he went.

Stop!

- Well, no monk costume today?

You don't seriously believe

I'm the monk?

Look! You'd better watch out!

- Who's going to make me watch out?

I am!

That's only a water pistol.

That's just a toy!

This pistol's no toy, I warn you!

Now, let me by, Ronny!

But I love you. I told you.

- Me, too?

Why do you say "too"?

- I know about a certain French girl...

with no pistol to protect her!

- You little...

Watch out!

It's loaded with sulphuric acid!

Be reasonable, Lola!

What have I done to you? Lola!

You little worm!

I know you through and through!

Now, get going!

And you'd better not forget...

that the Monk will get a taste of this

right in his face if I ever will meet him!

Just a moment!

Am I disturbing you?

- No. Not at all.

I'm bringing your towels up to you.

- Won't you come in?

I must apologize.

It's so untidy,

but I live alone up here

and we artists are...

Well, neatness isn't our greatest virtue.

You understand, I'm sure.

There. She was sick.

Poor little one.

But now she's quite alright.

Fly away, my angel!

Don't forget to come back!

Do you like music?

- Yes!

I have a thrilling recording

of the Opera Nabucco.

You're looking at my collection of masks.

Do you like them?

Yes, but they're a bit gruesome.

- Nonetheless, that's my profession.

I make death masks. Bereaved relatives

often want a reminder of their loved one.

I get in touch with them

after I read the obituary notice.

If a face is especially intriguing,

once in a while, I make a duplicate...

for my own pleasure. One of these faces

is a girl who's still alive.

A beauty. Here.

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