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Love Letters Page #8
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Just beautiful.
I love it.
Don't you wanna see the rest of it?
Oh, of course. I want to see everything.
Everything.
I want to show this room.
Oh!
Oh, Alan, how darling.
I used to sleep here...
when I was much much smaller.
Oh, isn't it sweet?
Look at that!
Oh, wonderful.
Who... who is this, Alan?
That's me.
You? Well, it is!
And what's this?
Oh, wonderful junk.
Oh, Alan, I love your Aunt Dagmar
for keeping your room like this.
- Left you a wedding gift.
- Me?
Here.
Oh, yes.
Hold your hand.
Gold sovereigns.
Ten gold sovereigns.
"They're for the girl
you choose for yourself.
"But before you give it to her,
be sure she is as solid and as true
as these coins of pure gold. "
I wonder what your Aunt Dagmar
would think if she knew.
She'd think you're wonderful.
Maybe you should only give me
five sovereigns now, Alan.
And the rest when I awake.
When you awake?
Well... it's true, isn't it?
I'm only half a person now.
Singleton, do you think it would make
any difference to you or to me
if you could remember the past?
We're both afraid
of the same thing, Alan.
There is no answer to that question.
I love you.
And I think I'll always love you.
But I must try to remember.
Don't you want me to remember?
Of course, I want you to remember.
You mustn't force your way
into the past.
Let it return or not...
just as it will.
Oh, yeah.
I didn't care before, darling.
But I do now.
I went to be your wife...
real wife... completely.
Only five sovereigns
really belong to me now.
But I shall earn the rest.
And I'm glad I've got to, Alan.
Singleton... You really...
One, two, three, four, five.
My hope chest.
Our hope chest.
Both have to earn these sovereigns.
- Alan.
- Tell me.
Why in church did I suddenly
say that name Roger?
You were nervous.
Just a slip of the tongue. That's all.
Look.
Yes, but why Roger?
I don't know anybody named Roger.
It's not an unusual name.
Just the first one you thought of.
Could've been any other.
I don't know how I came to say it.
I was sure of the words.
And then, suddenly when I started, it was...
It was as if the sentence spoke itself.
As if another person spoke it for me.
Alan, was there somebody
named Roger in my past?
No.
I don't want to worry about anything today.
No.
You're taking a risk when
you're very happy, isn't it?
I'm so afraid to lose you.
No.
We all know you're thinking.
Yeah, we were mostly tired.
Hold me then.
- Ah, lovely. Lovely.
- Yes.
How is it?
Not bad. It's almost as good as mine.
Almost? It's perfect.
I'll have to learn fast.
I have so many things
to catch up with.
And so many years.
Best porridge I ever tasted.
You haven't tasted it.
Any woman who could be beautiful
in the kitchen is really beautiful.
More beautiful than Victoria Morland?
Sometimes I wonder whether...
Whether you wouldn't have been
happier with a normal woman.
Rather than someone who has to be
taught everything from the beginning.
I'm trying so hard tonight because
I must make you forget her.
Can't you forget her?
I'd like to.
It's funny, I...
I've forgotten so much.
But I can't seem
to forget what I want to.
But I'll try.
It's only the postman.
I've never seen him come here before.
Why did he frighten you, Mrs. Quinton?
I don't know.
It's not as if you had
somebody in the war.
And was afraid of bad news.
The war?
No, I've no one in the war.
But I was doing so well.
And then suddenly...
It's always something.
A letter from Dilly.
Oh, how is she?
Fine, fine. She sent you her love.
Ask her to write to me.
No, better... I'll write to her.
I must learn to write again, Alan.
Oh, you don't have to...
if you're uneasy.
Yes, that's why I have to.
I won't have these things
frighten me anymore.
- Teach me to write, Alan.
- All right.
Show me how to write letters.
- Now?
- Yes, now. Show me how to write.
All right. First lesson.
Strange.
I have never seen
your handwriting before, have I, Alan?
No, how could I?
There I go again.
No, no.
- Never mind. I'm not really afraid.
- No.
Set a date. And I'll learn
to write by that date.
What date?
Some holiday.
My birthday.
When is your birthday?
I don't have a birthday.
No. You choose a date.
And we'll celebrate it from then on.
I guess I'm the only person in the world
who can decide which she'll be born.
When do you want to be born?
The 21st of June.
The first day of summer.
The 21st of June it'll be.
Oh!
Rags, thank you.
Many happy returns of the day,
Mrs. Quinton.
Oh, Mack!
The first of the season.
Thank you, Mack. Thanks.
Birthday? Who's Birthday?
- You forgot.
- It's yours?
- But I didn't forget.
- Mack, why didn't you...?
Here's my present to you.
The first letter I've ever written.
What's the matter?
Don't you like my letter?
It's a beautiful letter.
Happy birthday!
It surprised me a little, that's all.
I don't know.
I just sat down and it wrote itself.
The words just came.
Alan, I'm improving.
I'm remembering things every day.
What things?
Just bits and pieces. Nothing much.
But it's coming back.
I remember a beautiful white dress
with red stains on it.
When was that?
I don't know when.
But there was music. People dancing.
There were a lot of men in uniform.
Officers.
It was an officer's dance.
What else do you remember?
That's all.
No, there was a boy
who was very gay and witty.
It was he. He was the one.
He made me laugh so hard I spilled
a strawberry punch all over my dress.
I wish I remembered more about him.
But I can't.
Alan, how old do you suppose I am now?
I don't know.
What about 23?
Twenty three? You think that's right?
You can add on a year
or take one off if you like.
I mustn't forget it now.
I'll write it down for you.
Oh, no. I can write it myself.
Right here in the Bible.
In the Bible!
Oh, Alan,
with all those family names in it?
Certainly.
You belong here. It's your Bible.
Oh, no. It belongs to all these names.
But I'd like to add mine.
"I am Mrs. Alan Quinton. "
"I am Mrs. Alan Quinton. "
- "Age, twenty three. "
- "Age, twenty three. "
On the 21st of June.
Don't forget to put the year.
Or it'll be no use.
What's this, Alan?
What's what?
This string.
I haven't the slightest idea.
Look!
It seems to go right through the door.
Oh!
Ohh!
Did you do this, Alan?
It's a complete mystery to me.
Oh, does this go on until London, Alan?
I hope not.
Oh, look. A car! A new car!
It's not exactly new.
- Does it work?
- Theoretically, it runs.
It's mine, all mine?
All yours.
Happy birthday!
I'll never have enough of driving.
It's so much more exciting
than riding on a train.
No stops. No rails. No guards.
You go where you please.
You know, Alan,
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