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I am quite tired with walking: May the great Jupiter confound you, Syrus, together with your directions! I have crawled the whole city over; to the gate, to the pond--where not? There was no joiner's shop there; not a soul could say he had seen my brother; but now I'm determined to sit and wait at his house till he returns.
The Comedies of Terence. Henry Thomas Riley. Ney York. Harper and Brothers. 1874.
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