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Talk about a page-turner...it's hard to imagine anyone reading this putting it down and making a sandwich. I wish I could remember where I got it. It's all dialogue so maybe it was a screenplay. Anyway, the author had the knack, no doubt about it. See what you think.
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Willie: You're laughing at me again! You're always laughing at me. But you won't feel so funny with this knife in you.
Cecily: Sit down Willie, and don't threaten me. You don't frighten me at all. But you might scare the servants and give them more to gossip about.
Willie: My God! she has no higher thought than that! Even now, when death stares her in the face! Why aren't you saying your prayers, you fool?
Cecily: Put down that knife! Put it down, I say! I could save myself by raising my voice, but you know I'd rather die than bring the servants in on a scene like this!
Willie: A scene! Why woman, I'm going to kill you. Don't you understand anything? You've only got a minute to live. Say your prayers! Damn you! Say your prayers!
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Cecily: Calm down, Willie; calm down, I beg you. You must control yourself. Please! -- as a favor to me.
Willie: You dare to ask me for favors? Go ask for them from the man you've given favors to! The man? The men!
Cecily: You dirty little weasel!
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Willie stabs her deep in the heart, and she screams involuntarily)
Servant: Beg pardon, ma'am, but did you call?
Cecily: No...er, yes, I -- I am ill -- a little -- suddenly. Telephone for Doctor --Doctor --the nearest doctor. You'd better run.
Servant: But ma'am, you are bleeding!
Cecily: I spilled some wine on my dress. The doctor! Why are you still here?
(The servant runs out)
Willie: What have I done? What have I done?
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Cecily: You've killed me, that's all. It was such a funny thing for you to do, so old fashioned.
Willie: You are too beautiful to die! I won't let you die!
Cecily: It's growing very dark, Willie -- very dark! and I'm drifting, I wonder where? Can you hear my voice way off there? Better throw me a kiss, and wish me
bon voyage.