Death Takes a Holiday Page #2
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and love is poetry!
But Mother, one can't live
on beauty alone.
For instance, one occasionally
likes a drink.
Tonight I'd like a dozen
after what I've been through.
You'll never win her
that way. I know, Mother.
She loves you.
I'm sure of it.
And I love her till I'm half mad
with it, and there's nothing to do!
- What on earth was that?
- It's Grazia!
Where is she?
Is she hurt?
What's the matter with her? What happened?
I don't know. She was just lying
here. Get her into the house, quick.
Here, is she wounded?
It's all right, it's all right.
Here, right here, Corrado.
There, on the sofa.
Is there brandy, there?
Brandy, quick!
Here, lift her up
a little, here.
Poor child. Poor child.
Oh, poor little dear.
No, she can't
take this yet.
Don't let it come in!
Oh, please don't cry so!
What do you suppose happened? Some
prowler may have frightened her.
Too much moonlight.
She'll come around.
If anyone's harmed her... Eric,
take Fedele and search the grounds.
Yes, sir.
Grazia!
It's Mother!
What frightened you?
Darling, try to tell us
what happened.
I don't know.
There was something
cold and terrible.
I was sitting by the
fountain, watching the water.
I could hear the music.
And then a shadow blew over.
That's what it was, a shadow.
It's all right, Grazia. You're safe
now. And then an icy wind touched me,
but it wasn't a wind because
all the leaves were still.
Perhaps you fell asleep,
and dreamed.
No, I saw it!
What?
What did you see?
A shadow,
an enormous darkness.
And yet it wasn't a shadow,
because the moon shone through it.
Oh, Corrado, I felt
something behind me, running.
There wasn't any sound, but I felt
someone! It's all right, Grazia.
It all comes of this fast driving.
You scare everybody
to death.
Yes, yes, that's it, of
course. I-It was the drive...
and the danger. Something
touched me... something cold!
We'll have to get her to bed at once.
You must stay here tonight, Maria.
So many guests!
Nonsense, Maria.
Cora!
Go and get the room ready.
Ridiculous when you can't go into your own
garden without being frightened to death.
I've told Lambert time and time again
we should have a watchman for this place.
It's much too big.
Maria?
Yes, dear?
Give Corrado your jewels
to put in the safe.
If they're going to rob us,
they shan't find anything.
There, there. You'll be in bed in just
a minute and you'll feel much better.
Lambert? Tell Fedele
to lock up the silver...
all the silver!
Alda, would you mind if I slept
in your room tonight?
I'm still tingling
from that scream.
You know,
I rather wish you would.
I don't want
to be alone, either.
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