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Sarah?
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Are you ill?
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How pale he is!
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l'm not pale.
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Yes, you are. Yes, you are.
l assure you.
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You are as white as a sheet.
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- No!
- Yes, Alfred.
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You must have a rest.
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Have a little rest and you'll feel
much, much better.
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l don't like to see you in this state.
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There, now. Feeling better?
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Isn't there a ball tonight?
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How long they are.
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They look like golden threads.
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Your lashes.
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My lashes?
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Golden....
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Who told you there's going
to be a ball tonight?
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Nobody. l'm just guessing.
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With a great castle like this,
it's possible.
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He's just guessing. But it's true.
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You've guessed correctly
with your pretty head.
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Yes, Alfred, there's going to be a ball,
and you will be able to dance.
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What is it you're clutching there
like a little treasure?
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Here. Show me.
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Alfred, show me.
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So that's the big secret.
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Somebody is in love.
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Somebody's little heart is beating
around in their bosom.
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Pitter-pat, pitter-pat, pitter-pat,
like a rat in a cage.
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"Seventieth way:
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Place the left arm around
the shoulders of the loved one.
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Put the left hand on her left shoulder...
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like a little birdie alighting
on a branch."
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Good. Excellent.
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"Then let an angel pass."
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Shall we allow an angel to pass?
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"Once the angel has passed...
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bend the face towards the locks
of the loved one...
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and brush them with the lips."