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Almásy sits alone,
writing into his HERODOTUS, a map folded in front of him, from which
he makes notes. Katharine comes across with a clutch of her SKETCHES
from the Cave wall. Hands them to him. They're beautiful.
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KATHARINE: I
thought you might like to paste them into your book.
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ALMÁSY: Well, we took photographs, there's no need. KATHARINE: No really, I'd like you to have them. |
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ALMÁSY (handing
them back): Well, there
is really no need. They're too good. This is just a scrapbook. I should
feel obliged. Thank you.
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KATHARINE (exasperated): And that would be unconscionable, I suppose, wouldn't it, to feel any obligation? Yes. Of course it would. |
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She's already turning, heading
back up the slope, leaving the perimeter of the shelter.
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