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| 29 | 88 | His View more quotes about hands">hands were now hard, and gray. |
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| 29 | 85 | In the camp I paid my respects to Labienus. |
| 29 | 86 | He had a stout branch in his hands, some four inches thick. |
| 29 | 87 | He was removing the bark from it with his fingers. |
| 29 | 88 | His hands were now hard, and gray. |
| 29 | 89 | I thought they must have lost much feeling. |
| 29 | 90 | He seemed to me to be destroying his hands. |
| 29 | 91 | I, and others, had urged him to forgo these unusual practices, but he would only smile, and pay us no further attention. |