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Oh, not so big. Perhaps as large as Molon.

Who was the lady?

Lady?

Well, the girl?

Great Heaven, there wasn't one!

Well, I have always

Considered Cleisthenes a perfect lady!

Don't mock me, brother! It's a serious thing,

A passion that has worn me to a shadow.

Well, tell us all about it.

No; I can't.

You never But I'll think of an analogy.

You never felt a sudden inward craving

For pease-broth?

Pease-broth? Bless me, crowds of times.