Граф Орлов
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-- What a mess. Get one of the women up here to clean it.
While Decimus was pushing his younger sister aside, Quint dragged the body into the basement. Basement was perhaps too grand a word for the squalid room with an earthen floor, in the corner of which was piled a heap of junk, and the rest of the space was occupied by a very old, but sturdy oak chair and a small table next to it. Firmly tying the guy to the chair and gagging his mouth, Quint went to rest.
In the morning, father and son went down to their prisoner together, the first with a lit candle and tools, the second with a bucket of ice water, which was immediately dumped over the drunkard's head.
While Decimus was pushing his younger sister aside, Quint dragged the body into the basement. Basement was perhaps too grand a word for the squalid room with an earthen floor, in the corner of which was piled a heap of junk, and the rest of the space was occupied by a very old, but sturdy oak chair and a small table next to it. Firmly tying the guy to the chair and gagging his mouth, Quint went to rest.
In the morning, father and son went down to their prisoner together, the first with a lit candle and tools, the second with a bucket of ice water, which was immediately dumped over the drunkard's head.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers