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horace-works_130		horace-works_130			.txt	text/plain	1038	74	87	A certain person, known to me by name only, runs up; and, having seized my hand," How do you do, my dearest fellow?" " Tolerably well," say I," as times go; and I wish you every thing you can desire. Meanwhile he kept prating on any thing that came uppermost, praised the streets, the city; and, when I made him no answer;" You want terribly," said he," to get away; I perceived it long ago; but you effect nothing. I shall still stick close to you; I shall follow you hence: Where are you at present bound for?" "There is no need for your being carried so much about: I want to see a person, who is unknown to you: he lives a great way off across the Tiber, just by Caesar 's gardens." "I have nothing to do, and I am not lazy; I will attend you thither.	./cache/horace-works_130.txt	./txt/horace-works_130.txt