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 1    2,  34|      whereon was inscribed:~TO GAIUS POMPEIUS TRIMALCHIO~AUGUSTAL,
 2    2,  34| THIRTIETH AND~THIRTY FIRST~OUR~GAIUS DINES OUT~the other bore
 3    2,  54|  applause at this; "Hurrah for Gaius," they shouted. As for the
 4    2,  57|      the genius of our master, Gaius: on said date ten million
 5    2,  58|  FIFTY-FOURTH.~While our noble Gaius was still talking away,
 6    2,  66|    light, I rushed back to our Gaius' house like an innkeeper
 7    2,  71|        Fortunata at the table, Gaius? Tell me." "What's that,"
 8    2,  78|      relay came in. "Farewell, Gaius," cried those going off
 9    2,  78|     going off duty, and "Hail, Gaius," cried those coming on.
10    2,  79|        her tears, calling him "Gaius," and entreating him by