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| Pardon me, Your Graciousness, but Walter wishes a word with woo--I mean, you. | |
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| Zounds, this will take forever! I've already eaten my lunch; maybe supper will be ready by the time he's finished. Fine, send him in. | |
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| Of course, Your Excellency. I bid you good morrow. | |
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| Very well, you are excused. | |
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| Shall I fetch some wine or mead, Your Aridness? | |
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