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| 4 | 645 | His View more quotes about tunic">tunic, too, I noted, was stained with the dust of the camp. |
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| 4 | 642 | There was nothing here with which to consummate war, to repel or launch invasions, or meet in wide-spread combat on great fields. |
| 4 | 643 | What then, I asked myself, was the nature of this camp? One of the men lifted his cup and I hurried to him. |
| 4 | 644 | I took the cup and filled it. |
| 4 | 645 | His tunic, too, I noted, was stained with the dust of the camp. |
| 4 | 646 | I looked at him, angrily over the brim of the cup. |
| 4 | 647 | Then I pressed my lips to his cup as I must, as a slave girl, and handed it to him. |
| 4 | 648 | He took it, scarcely noticing me, and returned his attention to the map in the dirt, which was of importance. |