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Talbot Mundy The Dancing Girl of Gades — Chapter 8 (1925)

Simon awoke with a number of grunts and "ohs" and "ahs," remembered where he was and fell incontinently into panic.
"Tros! Tros!" he gasped. "We talked madness!"
"Aye, Simon, aye! The gods love madmen!"
"Phagh! You sicken me with talk of many gods! Why not have a row of smirking idols? Worship them! Such talk, such talk, and we, looking death in the face!"
"We will see Gades first and then look Balbus in the face!" Tros answered. "Simon—madder than the gods themselves and than the wind and waves, a man needs be who will risk his neck for friendship!
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Talbot Mundy The Dancing Girl of Gades — Chapter 8 (1925)

They are half mistrustful, and they fear the soldiers. It is always so in Gades—talk, talk, talk, and then some one at last dares it or else somebody betrays. There has been one betrayal already. Balbus has made some unimportant prisoners. But I think this time Pkauchios has his plans well laid and merely waits for the news of Cassar's death. Then he will strike swiftly, and he thinks all Spain and Gaul will rise together and throw off the Roman yoke."
Tros laughed.
"Your Pkauchios can dream!" he said with irony. "When Gaul joins Spain against the Romans we may look for the Greek Kalends!
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