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73.<br />
Susy rose to her feet. A little shudder ran over her. She<br />
remembered, now, having seen Algie Bockheimer at one of his<br />
parents’ first entertainments, in their newly-inaugurated<br />
marble halls in Fifth Avenue.<br />
She recalled his too faultless clothes and his small glossy<br />
furtive countenance.<br />
She looked at Ellie Vanderlyn with sudden scorn.<br />
SUSY<br />
(exclaimed)<br />
I think you’re abominable.<br />
The other’s perfect little face collapsed.<br />
ELLIE<br />
A-bo-minable? A-bo-mi-nable? Susy!<br />
SUSY<br />
Yes, with Nelson. And Clarissa. And<br />
your past together. And all the<br />
money you can possibly want. And<br />
that man! Abominable.<br />
Ellie stood up trembling: she was not used to scenes, and<br />
they disarranged her thoughts as much as her complexion.<br />
ELLIE<br />
(stammered)<br />
You’re very cruel, Susy-so cruel<br />
and dreadful that I hardly know how<br />
to answer you. But you simply don’t<br />
know what you’re talking about. As<br />
if anybody ever had all the money<br />
they wanted!<br />
She wiped her dark-rimmed eyes with a cautious handkerchief,<br />
glanced at herself in the mirror, and added magnanimously,<br />
ELLIE (cont’d)<br />
But I shall try to forget what<br />
you’ve said.<br />
39 INT. VERSAILLES FLAT - DAY 39<br />
Streffy, on entering, had glanced about the dreary room,<br />
with its piano laden with tattered music, the children’s<br />
toys littering the lame sofa, the bunches of dyed grass and<br />
impaled butterflies flanking the cast-bronze clock.
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