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Again.

By Zeus, she's gone!

Your solemn oath.

By Zeus!!

Dear me, that made me feel quite pale.

And this kind gentleman turned red for sympathy.

How can I have sinned to bring all this upon me?

What power above is bent on my destruction?

The residence of God, or Time's long foot?

I say!

What is it?

Don't you hear it?

What?

Flutes blowing.