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39.<br />
25 INT. VENICE PALACE - NIGHT 25<br />
Nick followed Susy back inside.<br />
SUSY<br />
How dreadfully late it is. Will you<br />
unhook me?. Oh, there’s a telegram.<br />
She picked it up from the table, and tearing it open stared<br />
a moment at the message.<br />
SUSY (cont’d)<br />
It’s from Ellie. She’s coming<br />
tomorrow.<br />
The canal below them lay in moonless shadow, barred with a<br />
few lingering lights.<br />
A last snatch of gondola-music came from far off, carried<br />
upward on a sultry gust.<br />
SUSY (cont’d)<br />
(sighed)<br />
Dear old Ellie. All the same, I<br />
wish all this belonged to you and<br />
me.<br />
26 INT. VENICE PALACE - DAY 26<br />
It was not ELLIE VANDERLYN’S fault if, after her arrival,<br />
her palace seemed to belong any less to the Lansings.<br />
She had arrived in a mood of such general benevolence that<br />
it was impossible for Susy, when they finally found<br />
themselves alone, to make her view even her own recent<br />
conduct in any but the most benevolent light.<br />
ELLIE<br />
I knew you’d be the veriest angel<br />
about it all, darling, because I<br />
knew you’d understand me-especially<br />
now.<br />
Her slim hands in Susy’s, her big eyes (so like Clarissa’s)<br />
resplendent with past pleasures and future plans.<br />
ELLIE<br />
It was all so perfect-you see,<br />
dearest, I was meant to be happy.<br />
That lady continued, as if the possession of so unusual a<br />
characteristic singled her out for special privileges.
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