Peter Ibbetson Page #6

frightened about?

It's all right, really.

Peter, hold my hands.

Peter.

Yes, dear.

Listen, darling.

There's something

we have to face.

It's something... something...

We can't meet here forever.

I hadn't thought

about that.

We've been too close

to heaven.

How much longer?

Oh. Oh, a lot longer. Look.

Look, we're both so young.

A lot longer.

Peter, hold my hands.

Mary. Mary!

It's cold.

Hold my hands, Peter.

Tighter. Tighter.

Mary.

Mary.

I will make

all arrangements.

Don't take it so hard.

Death comes to us all.

Peter.

Mary.

I'm here beside you.

I hear your voice

but I can't see you.

Oh, hear me then, my dear.

I have such a little time.

I feel that I'm hanging

to a windowsill by my wrists

but I had to reach you.

I fought my way back

to bring you peace.

Every thought,

every fear that you've had,

I know already.

That's why I had to

come back to you.

Oh, Peter, you do hear me?

Yes, Mary.

There's so much to say

and so little time

to say it in.

I'm waiting for you.

Then there is something else,

Mary, beyond?

Oh, Peter, I knew

how to tell you about it

before I left

but here...

Here there... there are

no words for such loveliness.

A loveliness greater than

any we've known.

I can hear the flowers growing

and the bells pealing

for life and for death.

You'll have just begun

to live, Peter.

Mary. I...

I know.

There is nothing more

to say.

Goodbye, my loved one.

No more fear.

No more pain.

Rest well

for such a little while

and then we will be together,

forever.

Mary.

Mary.

Mary.

Mary, you've forgotten

your gloves.

You mustn't lose them.

I'm coming to give them

to you.

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