Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
— Robbie Turner
Cecilia Tallis: My brother and I found the two of them down by the lake.
Police Inspector: You didn't see anyone else?''
Cecilia Tallis: I wouldn't necessarily believe everything Briony tells you. She's rather fanciful.\\
Police Inspector: You didn't see anyone else?''
Cecilia Tallis: I wouldn't necessarily believe everything Briony tells you. She's rather fanciful.\\
Robbie Turner: ...if all we have rests in a few moments in a library three and a half years ago, then I don't'' know... I don't...
Cecilia Tallis: Robbie... look at me. Look at me. Come back. Come back to me.
Cecilia Tallis: Robbie... look at me. Look at me. Come back. Come back to me.
