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Madame Caillaux, Part 4 of 7
(Now we hear from the murderess. She explains that she killed Calmette because he published love letters which she had written to her husband, a minister in the government. It is true that she made her own way to the police station, having given her word that she would answer charges. "Le Gratin" is the "upper crust" of French society.) 4. Henriette Caillaux He got his just come-uppance. Ça suffit. What else is there to make an issue of? Oh, very well: you wish to know my plea. My plea is, I'm a woman, and in love. I didn't leave the scene. I waited there. I am a lady, I'd done nothing wrong. My attitude, you think, is debonaire? I said I'd keep my word. I came along. What kind of scoundrel publishes the letters that pass between two lovers? Tell me that! He sinned against our love, against his betters: The cur deserved to die, I'll tell you flat! The jurors? Do they tipple, make love? Dance? They are red-blooded Frenchmen? You will see. Le Gratin, c'est Le Gratin. France is France. No jury will convict. Take it from me. When someone's out to damage and disparage, When all the chips are down, this is a marriage.
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