You surely don=t have casks outside the door

And seems to move with shackled feet. I must confess she has the sweet. Look of my kindly Gretchen’s face. MEPHISTOPHELES. Let that be! That bodes well for no one. It is magic image, lifeless, an eidolon. Encounters with such are not good; The fixed stare freezes human blood. And one is turned almost to stone-You’ve heard of the Medusa, I ... ................
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