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 1 II  |       of Carthage.~He was the son of a Greek rhetor and a
 2 VI  |   prostituter, you slave, you son of a slave!” He ground his
 3 VI  |     assisted Archagathas, the son of Agathocles, and the Eaters
 4 VII |     had afterwards sent him a son; but he still felt something
 5 VII |    paused.~The thought of his son had suddenly calmed him
 6 IX  |  Havas, warned by his nurse’s son, had dropped into Cirta,
 7 XI  |   give you my daughter. Be my son,” he added, “and defend
 8 XIII|       feared for his master’s son. Then, not knowing where
 9 XIII|    that that you know of—your son!” They added that some people
10 XIII|       little Hannibal! Oh! my son! my consolation! my hope!
11 XIII|   might be turned against his son. Then, changing his intention,
12 XIII|      felt quite sure that his son could not be taken from
13 XIII|     he threw himself upon his son; he clasped him to his breast,
14 XIII| Father and Mother, Father and Son, God and Goddess, Goddess
15 XIV |      interest in becoming his son not to distrust him.~This