William: How did you know me after so long? Murron: Why, I didnt. William: No? Murron: Its just that I saw you staring at me and I didnt know who you were. William: Im sorry, I suppose I was. Are you in the habit of riding off in the rain with strangers? Murron: It was the best way to make you leave. William: Well, if I can ever work up the courage to ask you again, Ill send you a written warning first. Murron: O it wouldnt do you much good. I cant read. William: Can you not? Murron: No. William: Well thats something we shall have to remedy, isnt it. Murron: Youre going to teach me to read, then? William: Ah, if you like. Murron: Aye. William: In what language? Murron: Ah, youre showing off now. William: Thats right. Are you impressed yet? Murron: No. Why should I be? William: (in French) Yes. Because every single day I thought about you. Murron: Do that standing on your head and Ill be impressed. William: My kilt will fly up but Ill try. Murron: You certainly didnt learn any manners on your travels. William: Well, the French and the Romans have far worse manners than I. Murron: Youve been to Rome? William: Aye, my uncle took me on a pilgrimage. Murron: What was it like? William: (in French) Not nearly as beautiful as you. Murron: What does that mean? William: Beautiful. But I belong here.
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