The Beguiled Page #6

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we harbor no ill feelings,

and we prepared this meal

in commemoration

of yourjourney ahead.

Well, thank you for

excusing my, uh, outburst.

Think nothing of it.

I'd like to thank you for all this as well.

It looks, uh...

It looks like just about the

finest meal I've ever seen.

Oh.

Bon apptit.

- Yes.

- Wait, wait...

We must say grace.

Lord, bless this food

and grant that we may be

thankful for Thy mercy's be.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Would you pour me a

glass of wine, please, Marie?

Thank you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Miss Amy picked

the mushrooms today.

Would you like some, Corporal?

I would indeed, yeah.

I'm fond of them.

Thank you, Miss Marie.

Miss Morrow?

Miss Edwina...

You don't like mushrooms.

That's true, I don't really.

All right, then.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Jesus.

Miss Amy, you picked

these mushrooms yourself?

Delicious.

I'm not gonna

stay here for much longer.

But, um, while I'm here,

I want to do my best

to make up for,

you know, all the unfortunate

things that happened.

Miss Alicia,

tell us, how is your

embroidery coming along?

It's coming along just fine.

I do have to say,

the roses are looking splendid.

And the Blush Noisette, it's

always been one of my favorites.

John?

I can't breathe...

John?

What's the matter?

What...

What...

What's the matter?

Miss Amy.

Keep your stitches in a straight

line, like I showed you.

Edwina.

Edwina.

Yes, Miss Martha.

Not so tight, Miss Amy.

Lay him here.

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