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I dimly saw Giton standing on the kerb of the
road[p. 13] in the dark, and hurried towards him. . . . I was asking my
brother whether he had got ready anything for us to eat, when the boy sat down at
the head of the bed, and began to cry and rub away the tears with his thumb. My
brother's looks made me uneasy, and I asked what had happened. The boy was unwilling
to tell, but I added threats to entreaties, and at last he said, “That brother
or friend of yours ran into our lodgings a little while ago and began to offer
me violence. I shouted out, and he drew his sword and said, 'If you are a
Lucretia, you have found your Tarquin.'”
When I heard this I shook my fist in Ascyltos's face. “What have you to
say?” I cried, “You dirty fellow whose very breath is unclean?”
Ascyltos first pretended to be shocked, and then made a great show of fight, and
roared out much more loudly: “Hold your tongue, you filthy prizefighter. You
were kicked out of the ring in disgrace. Be quiet, Jack Stab-inthe-dark. You
never could face a clean woman in your best days. I was the same kind of brother
to you in the garden, as this boy is now in the lodgings.”
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