‘You do not know how I am like my mother. There was no answer, just grunting, so she repeated the question in Latin, then in Greek, to which Rhea responded. Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. The stranger with a bow returned to his table. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him.
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