An Angel for Satan Page #3

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You see...

an ancestor of Harriet,

Maddalena Montebruno,

wanted her body and soul

preserved in marble.

So she hired a sculptor

for the job...

Harriet, obviously, inherited

the same beauty as her ancestor.

Maddalena has a distant cousin

named Belinda who lived here...

Please.

It's a tragic story...

don't ruin my first dinner at home...

- As you wish, my dear.

- In front of this young beauty,

I confess... I've lost all interest

in the legend.

Very well, thank you.

Let me rather ask you,

Miss Harriet,

given your likeness

with the nymph,

to accept

serving as a model for me.

The face of the statue

is damaged.

Do not worry,

it won't take long.

Is it... necessary?

No, not necessary, but...

it would be very useful

for a perfect work.

- So, I accept.

- Wonderful!

Like two centuries ago!

Lady of the manor, sculptor and statue!

Are you afraid of the lightning?

Yes - since I was a little girl.

That's stupid, isn't it?

We must stop,

the light is no more sufficient.

You think so?

We can't go home

in this weather!

The weather seems conducive

for conversation.

Let's see if I can answer

the questions

you plan to ask?...

I'm an orphan.

I was educated

in London for 15 years...

Now, finally,

I can collect the inheritance

left by my parents.

- Is that enough for you?

- For the moment, yes.

But there's something else

I need to know. - Ask me.

At dinner you refused to hear

the legend of the statue.

Why did you hire me

to restore it?

What do you mean?

I wasn't the one who hired you...

- It was the Count's idea.

- Oh, so that's it...

Well, I also restore paintings,

statues, mosaics,

but I prefer sculptures.

I'm a loner. I mean,

I'm not married...

Until now, I haven't met

a good companion.

Now that

we all know each other...

Let's call each other

Harriet and Roberto.

Don't you think it's too soon,

Mr Merigi?

No. I don't think so.

It's not too soon.

Thirsty... this liquor...

Roberto!

Come in...

don't be afraid...

Come...

Come closer...

I'm here.

It's me... Belinda.

I...

Belinda.

I'm Belinda.

Look at me... hideous...

When my beautiful cousin,

Maddalena,

was most desirable...

I hated her!

When the young sculptor

carved the marble...

I was filled with rage

and jealousy...

I hated that symbol

of beauty.

I died with a hunger for love.

I wanted to be caressed,

kissed, possessed.

But I was pushed away...

they laughed at me.

The men all wanted her...

Her... the statue!

They displayed it by the lake.

The beauty...

Her beauty triumphed.

And I?

I was hateful. Envious...

Filled with anguish.

Then one night,

I entered

the sculptor's bedroom.

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