Monologue

Marcel Monologue from Françoise's Luck

From Françoise's Luck by Georges de Porto-Riche

male · contemplative · 52 sec

God is very unjust. Françoise. So they say! Marcel. Excuse my appearance, won't you, Françoise? I can't keep my eyes open any longer nowadays. The days of my youth—Why, I was— Françoise. You were just the right age for marriage. Marcel. Oh! I'm sure you will get along well with Guérin. Yours are kindred spirits—you're alike—not in looks, however. Françoise. Morally, you mean?

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