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| 9 | 657 | View more quotes about sometimes">Sometimes in the fields I hated Clitus Vitellius. |
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| 9 | 654 | Yet I did not like this for it was harder on them. |
| 9 | 655 | I wanted to do my share. |
| 9 | 656 | It was only that I was weak, that I was not a good peasant's girl. |
| 9 | 657 | Sometimes in the fields I hated Clitus Vitellius. |
| 9 | 658 | It was he who had left me in a peasant village! He had made me love him, conquering me to the last cell of my body, and had then, laughing, given me to a peasant. |
| 9 | 659 | He knew the sort of girl I was, delicate and sensitive, slight and beautiful, from Earth, and then he had, to his amusement, put me to harsh, weighty slavery in a peasant village, giving me to Thurnus. |
| 9 | 660 | I struck down at the suls. |