He threw on the table his gloves that ended in horrible claws--they were the beaks of sea-birds.

He unhooked his belt from which hung a long green tail twisted into many folds.

Then he ordered his page, Elo, to help him off with his boots and, as the child did not succeed in doing this very quickly, he gave him a kick that sent him to the other end of the grotto.
Without looking at the fair Orberosia, who was spinning, he seated himself in front of the fireplace, on which a sheep was roasting, and he muttered: "Ignoble Penguins.

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