deus magne, quam laetus orietur tibi dies, mihi nuntius, animus illi, cum paternis pedibus affusus ex illo ore laeso, ore terribili, dum convicium expectat, osculum exceperit! vale.
Heaven bless us! How joyous will dawn that day for you, how gladsome the news for me, how blithe the lads heart will be when he flings himself at his fathers feet, and from those aggrieved lips, those lips he so dreads, he receives not the reproaches he expects but a kiss! Farewell.
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