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There was not one of all those people (I may almost say)
who did not think that every place required purifying, by which she had passed on her journey;
no one who did not think the very earth itself, the common mother of us all, polluted by the
footsteps of that wicked mother. Accordingly, she could not stay long in any city; of all that
number of people, who might have been her entertainers, not one was found who did not flee
from the contagion of her sight. She trusted herself to night and solitude, rather than to any
city or to any host.
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M. Tullius Cicero. The Orations of Marcus Tullius Cicero, literally translated by C. D. Yonge, B. A. London. Henry G. Bohn, York Street, Covent Garden. 1856.
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