The fateful prophecy you'll keep.

But see the gracious whim of fate.

But it's the gospel truth, Miss Coates!

No one need ever know the truth.

disappeared into the night.

the chateau fell into disrepair.

Turn the pumpkin into a carriage.

Sir Giacomo, into your armor!

Look into my eye. Deeper, deeper.

Hurry, now, get into your armor!

A vulgar, young hussy marched into the ball,

I tell you, sire, the headsman's axe is too kind a fate for these foul traitors.

you will fall into a deep sleep and remember nothing.

Or twenty hours. If only we could put our plan into operation.

You must go to the castle at once. Quickly, into his clothes!

Arliss, if you don't stop catchin' things and bringin' 'em into the house,

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