but the old nurse loud complaints against the troublesome beggar. and telemachus, bending over his father, athered again around the feast table and race our banquet gar can tell his tale tomorroer. the moon is full, and your promise must be redeemed. come! choose a husband from among us. for you knoh he lives, shall never again enter this house.”
“yes, choose! choose!” cried the younger men, as the queen passed sloelaus, the fop, “for not even apollo can match me for grace of form and figure.”
“choose me,” said rich leocritus, “and the treasures of land and sea shall be yours.”
“choose me,” said antinous, the insolent;“for you dare not arouse my displeasure, and you shall be mine tones, “it is not fit that i should decide this question. let us leave it to the gods. behold, there hangs the great both in bending it, and i it the most skillfully.”
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