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N. S. SERGEYEV-TSENSKY
On the next day, three rich youths journeyed across the Gulf of Corinth to tiny Eanthus, that they might reverence Demades, even as a demigod.
"He must be tall as this mast!" said one of them, with eyes flashing.
"He must be mighty as this sea during a tempest!" said the second.
"He must be beautiful as the evening star in yonder sky!" said the third dreamily.
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In tiny Eanthur, Demades the exile from Athens, was pointed out to them.
On a dirty mat in a courtyard sat a decrepit cripple. His head was grey with the remains of dishevelled, matted hair.
With lean and grimy hands he was intently and eagerly searching for vermin in his tattered tunic.
