In the brothel, Marsha was told what was to be expected by Quantrill's madame Irene C.
This is the beginning of the end.
Do you want to go to bed with me?.
Finally, without any possibility of ever going back on it.
This was juxtaposed with the view of a nearby bouquet of blooming whitish camelias on the right side in the foreground.
A close-up on her face was tantamount to a close-up on your own: it was so intimate that her feelings despair, resignation, bliss became yours.