[last lines]
Giovanni Doria:
[aboard the departing 8:30 p.m. train from Rome to Paris while heartbreakingly saying goodbye to each other for the very last time]
I-I-I guess maybe I'd better be getting off.
Mary Forbes:
Not yet. It'll begin soon enough, th-the wondering. All my life I'll wonder, 'Where is he; where, just this moment, just now? What is he looking at? What is he thinking? Is he well? Is he in love? Is she beautiful?'
Giovanni Doria:
[referring to Mary]
He is in love, and she is beautiful. Oh I'll never, never...
Mary Forbes:
No!
[puts her hand up and looks away, unable to bear the emotional agony]
Railroad worker:
[asking him to get off as the train begins to leave]
Quick signore, si escive; signore please...
[Giovanni reluctantly goes to the door and steps off the train, stumbling to the ground]
Bit part:
[helping him to his feet]
Are you hurt?
Giovanni Doria:
No.
[watches the train leave the station and walks away crestfallen - 'The End']
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