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"Why I thought of visiting the baths, but it wants yet an hour to the usual time."
Well, I will dismiss my chariot, and go with you. So so, my Phylias," stroking the horse nearest to him, which by a low neigh and with backward ears, playfully acknowledged the courtesy; "a holiday for you to-day. Is he not handsome, Clodius?"
Worthy of Phoebus," returned the noble parasite,—or of Glaucus."
