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It's these things making it so hard for us all to see what really happened here.
We have several witnesses- yet all of them are talking in tounges.
The young miss, for example. She was the hostess and nobody could deny it- and even so they think themselves- oh, so clean! We know nothing about the tragic events and mind you- did you even listen to them? So if you know this so very well as you use to say: YOU SAW our young, beautiful bright hostess and she behaved in a perfect manner- I think it's chaos in the hall. We should retire. We should call all the witnesses. All I want is the truth. Mamselle and everybody seems to flee to the music and decadance of beautiful operas without even trying to solve the mystery.
Yet she's laying here beside me, madmoiselle, the young hostess. Shame, shame- SHAME!!! Not even your sister, friend, daughter, mistress or dearest most special person in the entire world mean anything for you!! As she lost the balance because you're a horrible man who would never tell a girl that the things you gave her- those are poison! Poison I say, pure black poison and you can't look at me that terrible way because you know it's true. We found the madmoiselle on the floor and not just any floor. Yes, of course she lost balance! Of course she fell! That's what those pills you sell her do. She feels like a bird, she believes she is graceful- but nobody. Nobody in this world is graceful after digesting your poison. Shame on you! You're a vile man. What would you do when you found her there in the shadows lurking under the big desk men of your age and with your possessions own? Would you help her up, helping her to solve the mystery or was it you putting her there? I know it must have been you and yout tall fingers, lustfully yearning fresh maiden flesh! But I have a thing to tell you- if YOU ever seduce her she won't be clean ever again, not even if she visits all the Turkish baths in the whole wide world. You are terrible, a terrible person and I don't know, perhaps you pushed her and perhaps you did not but you have a terrible reason to strip her of her female wealth and beauty and make her a destroyed person. When you're planning this you hate her. You hate me. You hate madmoiselle's sisters and her poor mother and her father and madmoiselle's loved persons all of her soul sisters and mistresses and friends and fellows. You hate all of them! You must! You sent them to the opera so they shouldn't know what you planned to do to madmoiselle. So young and beautiful! So clean! Never done anything with a bitter heart! You hate her loved ones. Do you think a mother would like to watch those things you planned to do to her daughter? It's not the mother who's ignorant enough to go to the opera. She thought madmoiselle was going with, naturally, madmoiselle would never miss a night at the opera. Your plans are awful. Terrible. You're making her sisters cry because they can't see or reach madmoiselle. And what do you think her friends and special persons in her life are thinking? Do you think they'll just let you take madmoiselle under your arm and flee to a place to deflore her? Oh no. We know far too much now, look, even the witnesses could have a quiet conversation. So calmly bring madmoiselle to her mother, sisters and those who love her. Quite a few, right? And now they will feast. Perhaps even go to the opera. But you stay here. With us. And you will talk to us. Go neAr madmoiselle one more time and you lose something dear to you. Perhaps your nose. Perhaps you'd look better without it. Who knows?

Description
It's these things making it so hard for us all to see what really happened here.
We have several witnesses- yet all of them are talking in tounges.
The young miss, for example. She was the hostess and nobody could deny it- and even so they think themselves- oh, so clean! We know nothing about the tragic events and mind you- did you even listen to them? So if you know this so very well as you use to say: YOU SAW our young, beautiful bright hostess and she behaved in a perfect manner- I think it's chaos in the hall. We should retire. We should call all the witnesses. All I want is the truth. Mamselle and everybody seems to flee to the music and decadance of beautiful operas without even trying to solve the mystery.
Yet she's laying here beside me, madmoiselle, the young hostess. Shame, shame- SHAME!!! Not even your sister, friend, daughter, mistress or dearest most special person in the entire world mean anything for you!! As she lost the balance because you're a horrible man who would never tell a girl that the things you gave her- those are poison! Poison I say, pure black poison and you can't look at me that terrible way because you know it's true. We found the madmoiselle on the floor and not just any floor. Yes, of course she lost balance! Of course she fell! That's what those pills you sell her do. She feels like a bird, she believes she is graceful- but nobody. Nobody in this world is graceful after digesting your poison. Shame on you! You're a vile man. What would you do when you found her there in the shadows lurking under the big desk men of your age and with your possessions own? Would you help her up, helping her to solve the mystery or was it you putting her there? I know it must have been you and yout tall fingers, lustfully yearning fresh maiden flesh! But I have a thing to tell you- if YOU ever seduce her she won't be clean ever again, not even if she visits all the Turkish baths in the whole wide world. You are terrible, a terrible person and I don't know, perhaps you pushed her and perhaps you did not but you have a terrible reason to strip her of her female wealth and beauty and make her a destroyed person. When you're planning this you hate her. You hate me. You hate madmoiselle's sisters and her poor mother and her father and madmoiselle's loved persons all of her soul sisters and mistresses and friends and fellows. You hate all of them! You must! You sent them to the opera so they shouldn't know what you planned to do to madmoiselle. So young and beautiful! So clean! Never done anything with a bitter heart! You hate her loved ones. Do you think a mother would like to watch those things you planned to do to her daughter? It's not the mother who's ignorant enough to go to the opera. She thought madmoiselle was going with, naturally, madmoiselle would never miss a night at the opera. Your plans are awful. Terrible. You're making her sisters cry because they can't see or reach madmoiselle. And what do you think her friends and special persons in her life are thinking? Do you think they'll just let you take madmoiselle under your arm and flee to a place to deflore her? Oh no. We know far too much now, look, even the witnesses could have a quiet conversation. So calmly bring madmoiselle to her mother, sisters and those who love her. Quite a few, right? And now they will feast. Perhaps even go to the opera. But you stay here. With us. And you will talk to us. Go neAr madmoiselle one more time and you lose something dear to you. Perhaps your nose. Perhaps you'd look better without it. Who knows?