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Thrice the brinded radiator hath spew'd.
Thrice and once the brakes whined.
Trophaeum cries: 'Tis time, 'Tis time.
...Surely, the spells would be less wearisome were mine sisters here?
[A quiet sigh. The swish of a cloak and...what can only be the crumbling of a wall.]
Sisters, dear!!!
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Mortal Count, mightest thou assist?
Mine darling sisters hath gone and
Are most sorely missed.
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I don't see why not...
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Hath stretch'd far and wide, my poor Count.
Will gripping mine waist inspire fright
When mine chariot thou must mount?
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Wilt not in thou stimulate fear?
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Thou art without the love of man,
Of that I am sure.
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Let's find who you're looking for.
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