The Road to Bresson (1984) dir. Leo De Boer andΒ JurriΓ«n Rood

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The Road to Bresson (1984) dir. Leo De Boer andΒ JurriΓ«n Rood
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But the face before her now, which she was looking at with such a fierce tenderness, left her as untroubled as a glimpse of her own caught in the single looking-glass in her home. And that indeed was what is seemed to be β a mysterious double of her own face, but a thousand times dearer, because she knew, without needing a mirror to tell her that, on certain days (when, for example, Madameβs mockery suddenly searched out the painful spot and the terrible flush βrose to her cheeks and her chin trembled before she started to sob) she hated and despised her face.
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Come back, come back, dear friend, only friend, come back. I swear I shall be kind. If I was sullen with you, it was a joke which I persisted to carry on; I repent of it more than can be said. Come back, it will be quite forgotten. What a pity that you should have believed to that joke. For two days I have not stopped crying. Come back. Be brave, dear friend. Nothing is lost. You just have to do the journey again. We will live here again, very bravely, patiently. Oh! I implore you! It's for your good, besides. Come back, you will find all your things there. I hope you realise now that there was nothing real in our argument, that awful moment! But you, when I made a sign to you to get off the boat, why didn't you come. We have lived together for two years to come to that hour! What are you going to do! If you don't want to come back here, would you like me to join you where you are?
Yes, It's me who was wrong.
Oh, you will not forget me, will you?
No, you can't forget me.
Me, I always have you there.
Tell me, answer your friend, must we not live together anymore? Be brave. Answer me quickly. I can't stay here much longer. Just listen to your good heart. Quick, tell me if I must come to you.
Yours for the whole life.