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But who was the agent? I suppose it was some insignificant
man, poor, litigious, worthless, who might be able to endure the daily abuse of a
wealthy buffoon. Nothing of the sort: he was a wealthy Roman knight; a man managing his
own affairs well: he was, in short, the man whom Naevius himself as often as he went
into Gaul, left as his agent at Rome.
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