FANNY (continuing)
And your money’s in trust, dear. You can’t touch the principal. So you’d have to sell this house to pay my damages. And you know I wouldn’t let you sell it, not to strangers—I’d just come and live in it, going about every day and kissing things I knew your dear hands had touched, and sitting in your favorite places, waiting for the day you’d come back and we’d sit there together!
[The Devil grits his teeth.
FANNY (almost cloyingly sweet)
Oh, you could come here every day and work in your laboratory. I’d let you—you’d be quite welcome—
DOLL BLONDIN (her sense of humor triumphing)
You’re some sticker, sister—I gotta hand it to you. Talk about glue!
THE DEVIL (desperately)
You wouldn’t do that—your womanly instinct—your sense of shame—your position in society—
DOLL BLONDIN