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Even so a man reared in his house a lion's whelp, robbed of its mother's milk yet still desiring the breast. Gentle it was  in the prelude of its life, kindly to children, and a delight to the old. Much did it get, held in arms like a nursling child, with its  bright eye turned toward his hand, and fawning under compulsion of its belly's need.
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