Madame Emery: Where were you?
Geneviève Emery: With Guy.
Madame Emery: What were you doing?
Geneviève Emery: Mother, he's leaving. He'll be away for two years. I can't live without him. I'll die.
Madame Emery: Stop crying. Look at me. People only die of love in movies.
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