medium of an illiterate interpreter, I saw the dismembered

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Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest

medium of an illiterate interpreter, I saw the dismembered

To force himself upon you, and infest

medium of an illiterate interpreter, I saw the dismembered

With an unbidden presence the bright throng

medium of an illiterate interpreter, I saw the dismembered

Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,

And you forgive me." Lycius blush'd, and led

The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;

With reconciling words and courteous mien

Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.



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