[His gourd-carriage has definitely dropped him off at one such wrong stop: the interior of a dark and gloomy forest. You're far from your ball, friend.
But here's Brenner, in a blue dress, draped with a deep crimson cloak, walking up to the open door of the carriage itself.]
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But here's Brenner, in a blue dress, draped with a deep crimson cloak, walking up to the open door of the carriage itself.]
Oh, now this is unexpected. Are you lost like me?