Sire, this storm bodes ill.

There's a storm brewing. We'll spend the night in the woodman's hut.

of a blind goose in a hail storm.

but may I beg shelter and warmth from this miserable storm?

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,

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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