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Waldemar glanced at Raphael – as if to say, “She doesn’t want to poison me, does she, your concubine?” – but, seeing Raphael’s crystal-clear face and looking intently into Viola’s equally honest eyes, he still accepted the cup. He sniffed it suspiciously – it doesn’t seem bad.
“It would have been better if it were herbal liqueur, but I’m grateful for this too.”
And he drained the cup in a couple of gulps.
/Trading two thousand for now/
“It would have been better if it were herbal liqueur, but I’m grateful for this too.”
And he drained the cup in a couple of gulps.
/Trading two thousand for now/
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers