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| 28 | 321 | "She is View more quotes about yours">yours, Master," said the auctioneer to Clitus Vitellius. |
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| 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. |
| 28 | 323 | He would now free me, and take me as his companion. |
| 28 | 324 | He put aside his shield and spear, to lift me to my feet as his equal. |