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| 28 | 316 | Then one man View more quotes about rose">rose to his feet, striking his left shoulder. |
| 28 | 317 | And then another rose to his feet and did the same, and another and another. |
| 28 | 318 | Soon the crowd was on its feet, cheering and striking their left shoulders. |
| 28 | 319 | Clitus Vitellius stood straight on that great platform, his great, circular shield on his left arm, his mighty spear, seven feet in length, headed in tapering bronze, grasped in his right hand. |
| 28 | 320 | His head was high, his eyes were shrewd and clear, those of a warrior. |
| 28 | 321 | "She is yours, Master," said the auctioneer to Clitus Vitellius. |
| 28 | 322 | I knelt at his feet, joyfully. |