Emmanuelle IV Page #4

She doesn't even eat.

She only gets cigarettes and rum.

I'll go upstairs and talk to her.

I couldn't forget who I was.

As I couldn't forget Marc.

I'm often tired of

too easy adventures.

Pleasure that escapes

just as quickly as it comes.

Can a woman enjoy

men's bodies without love?

In some cases, I think so.

In others, it seems impossible.

Yes, sex is heaven

and it is hell.

I was going to see her again.

I was going to see the one

who made me forget the world of men.

She, who took up all the place.

You're not doing so well?

Please, talk to me.

Leave me alone.

But Emmanuelle,

I'm here to help you.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I can't get a hold of myself.

Just be yourself, but above all,

don't destroy yourself.

I'll try.

I had found Emmanuelle again.

I don't know if I had recaptured her.

Is that ever possible with women?

Anyway, I was with her again.

We were alone in this world.

I felt that right now,

Emmanuelle was mine alone.

She seemed to have renounced

her infernal quest for pleasure.

Like innocent children, we passed

our days walking, and loving.

The most beautiful fruit

was the one at my side.

It was humid, intoxicating.

Everybody was friendly.

I could feel Dona's desire.

I might respond to it.

But I was thinking about Marc.

Yes, Dona,

I was determined to leave you.

Once more,

I felt desire fill my body.

In my breasts, my stomach,

in my innermost.

Okay, yes, I understand.

I'll call you in 10 minutes.

I have something to tell you.

- What?

You'll see.

- A surprise?

But first, you must undress.

I was all over this woman,

who had given me so much pleasure.

But I was convinced

my adventurous life was finished.

Dona was already far away.

I knew for certain that

this new body, I had given myself

from now on belonged to the man I

had so desperately tried to escape.

I seemed to be with Dona still.

But already thousands

of kilometers separated us.

I was gone for a new life.

But one difficult task waited:

I had to hurt somebody.

Reveal my departure to the one

that will be most hurt by this.

Three more seconds,

and I will hurt you.

I must talk with you.

I know.

- You know?

Yes, you're going to Paris.

Yes, I have to see Marc.

You're not mad?

No. Emmanuelle.

It's important that you see Marc.

It's important for you.

Miss?

Are you looking for someone?

Are you Marc's secretary?

- Yes, may I help you?

Marc is waiting for you downstairs.

Is Mr. Chambais waiting downstairs?

- Yes, I'll wait here.

In this office that I knew so well,

I was suddenly aware of myself.

I was going to offer Marc the new

body he had had a glimpse of in Rio.

Was he going to like it?

Emmanuelle.

Am I dreaming? This strange woman

that I had met so far away!

Emmanuelle, the only one in the

flesh who can make me forget Sylvia.

If forgetting Sylvia is possible.

Emmanuelle.

I'm so happy to see you again.

It's already been too long.

Are you back from Rio?

No, I've been even further away.

Tonight, only we will be here.

I thank you for being here.

This strange meeting attracted me.

Who are you?

The woman of your choice.

Maybe I'm too ambitious.

I could say the woman

you'd love to have.

It's true I want you,

and that since I met you...

Do you know the poem: "An unknown

woman I love, and she loves me. "

"And each time is neither quite

the same nor quite another"?

Have you already been in love?

Emmanuelle.

She was so different from you.

You do not look

the least like her.

I loved this woman so much,

and one thing bothers me.

You see, I think of you

as much as of her.

Love looks like love.

But do you love me?

This woman,

I made her suffer horribly.

She carried all the weight

of our passion.

Those mistakes

I will never make with you.

But, we will surely

make other mistakes.

For better or worse.

Better for love,

and worse for love.

Emmanuelle, I love you.

One day, one day I'll tell

you an incredible story.

Stories are told by night.

Okay then, one night.

By escaping him,

I found him again.

Where will we go together?

Where will love go?

But is love still love

when you can measure it?

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