Escape Me Never Page #2

You are a clever old

verwandte,aren't you?

What does she mean

- verwandte?

It's difficult to translate,

fortunately.

Young woman, I shall call the police

unless you confine yourself to English

and sensible English at that.

If you call the police,

I shall tell them

you cheat at solitaire.

Now, then, what is your name?

Gemma.

Gemma what?

Gemma Smith.

You don't like Smith? Then

my name is Gemma Porloniovsky.

However, it's really Smith.

But you're English.

I was born of an English

father and a Hungarian mother

on a Dutch ship on the high seas.

But as soon as

we made port, they put my father in prison.

For fathering you?

No. For killing a man.

What?

Yes.

And later on, my mother

committed suicide.

And- and then?

Oh... nothing much. Grew up with

relatives of my mother.

Decided I didn't care

for them and ran away.

But how did you get to Venice?

On a wine cart from Padua.

But the driver wasn't a nice man.

And as soon as we came

to the edge of the city,

he kicked me off.

And in Venice, what did you do?

I went to a hospital,

a free one.

Oh, were you ill?

No. No, I felt fine.

But I was having a baby.

Perhaps you would like

me to tell you about it.

Thank you. We shan't go into that.

Oh, but the baby is wonderful.

I call him Piccolo

because he is so little.

This, uh, child, did it

have a father?

What do you think?

Certainly, it did.

The father was my husband...

for a while.

He is dead now.

Oh, dear.

Yes.

Well, that's about all.

Venice... my baby,

me discharged from the hospital

with no strength in my bones

and no money in my stocking.

But it all came out all right.

I'm like a cat.

I always land on my feet.

You know, inside of a day,

I'd fainted in the street,

and there my friend found me.

The baby and I are staying

with him for a moment.

And this friend

of yours, is he-

Oh, no.

He has no money either.

That's why I go about with the schools

- to get food for us.

This so-called

friend, who is he?

Young musician.

His name is Dubrok.

Oh!

Yes, he's the son of Albert Dubrok

- the composer.

A famous father, but the son,

weren't a much smaller bush

if you ask me. However he might-

You may go.

You mean it?

I do, indeed.

Please go at once.

Oh, all right.

Arrivederci.

Thank heavens

Fenella wasn't here.

By the way, where is she?

She... she's out with Mr. Dubrok.

Hello, everybody.

I have news for you.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here,

Professor Heinrich.

Darling.

Mama, papa.

Fenella, listen to me.

No. You listen to me, Papa.

I have a wonderful

surprise, and it won't keep.

I'm going to marry Caryl Dubrok.

Great scott. What did you say?

She said she's going

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