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Não sei o que ella me disse. Fallou-me em criados mortos; mas eu não pude entender... Tua mana Rita está-me acenando por traz dos vidros do teu quarto...
I don't know what she told me. She spoke of dead servants; but I couldn't understand... Your sister Rita is beckoning me from behind the panes of your room...
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