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Not at Panormus even. What then? where do you suppose
it was? He sends him away to men the furthest removed from all fear or suspicion of
pirates, as unconnected as possible with, all navigation or maritime
affairs—to the Centuripans, a thoroughly inland people, complete farmers,
who would never have been alarmed at the name of a naval pirate, but who, while you
were praetor, had lived in dread of that chief of all land pirates, Apronius. And,
that every one might easily see that Verres's object was, that that counterfeit
might easily and cheerfully pretend to be what he was not, he enjoins the
Centuripans to take case that he is supplied as comfortably and liberally as
possible with food and with all things.
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