Twice Told Tales Page #4

If this is some

hideous prank--

No, Sylvia, no.

It's just that something

very strange has happened.

Sylvia.

Have you

no recollection

of the sudden illness

that struck you

on the night

we were to be married?

That was just

a few hours ago.

I was feeling weak

and tired, but

I'm all right now.

You died.

You have been dead

for 38 years.

Dead?

38 years?

He's insane!

You died, Sylvia.

You've been dead

for 38 years.

1859?

Alex, tell me

he's mad.

No, Sylvia,

it's the truth.

I haven't changed.

And both of you,

the years haven't

changed you either.

That's thanks

to a miracle

that was made known

to us this very evening.

What are you

talking about?

Please,

come sit down.

This evening,

we found

a peculiar liquid

dripping from

the ceiling of your crypt.

After testing it,

we learned

that it had the power

to restore eternal youth.

Since you'd been

preserved by it,

we were able to bring

you back to the living.

Carl,

is this true?

Oh, it's as true as heaven

and earth, my love.

I can stay alive?

Forever?

Oh, forever.

Oh, darling,

if you only knew

how much I've loved

you all these years.

How I've cherished

your memory

and could dream

of no other woman but you.

You never married?

There's never been

another woman.

We can still be married,

as if nothing had happened.

Nothing can

stop us now.

Darling, I saved

your wedding dress.

You didn't.

I'll get it

for you.

May I get

something for you?

Would you care

for some wine?

Is it good wine, Alex?

Such as we had

yesterday?

That yesterday

of 38 years ago, of course.

Please, Sylvia.

When we had our

final argument.

Sylvia, please.

He'll hear you.

Don't let him know.

It would break his heart.

And what of

my heart, Alex?

You had no conscience

about that, did you?

I loved you,

you know that.

Love?

To take all a woman

has to offer,

and then refuse

to marry her:

Is that your idea of love?

You know how I felt

about marriage

from the beginning.

I loved you,

but I wanted to be free.

You gave

yourself to me.

Are you trying to say

that I seduced you?

Do you think

you would've been happy

marrying him

to spite me?

I wanted to

be your wife, not

just another woman.

If only you had

loved me enough.

Isn't it love enough

that a man would

murder for you?

Murder?

Do you know

why you became ill

so suddenly the night

before your wedding?

I poisoned you.

You think I wanted to see you

in the arms of another man?

But you insisted

on mocking me,

by going ahead with

your spite marriage to Carl.

You forced me to do

what I had to do.

All right.

Maybe I was wrong

to have that much pride,

but we could be

married now.

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