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| 27 | 127 | "Do not View more quotes about give">give me to him again!" I begged. |
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| 27 | 124 | Thurnus, whatever might have been his virtues, was not skilled in melody. |
| 27 | 125 | "It is Thurnus!" I laughed. |
| 27 | 126 | "Yes," Clitus Vitellius. |
| 27 | 127 | "Do not give me to him again!" I begged. |
| 27 | 128 | "Do not fear, little slave," said Clitus Vitellius. |
| 27 | 129 | He leaped to his feet and he and Thurnus, who was carrying his great staff, met, embracing, among the tables. |
| 27 | 130 | In moments they had come to our table. |