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“Slavegirls' brats, sir, are not heralded by proud fathers in the 'Daily Gazette.' The fact that I exist is marked only by my standing here before you, blood and bone decked out in a new dress. The modern philosophers may grant me a soul, but nobody – lord, nobody – burdens me with a fate to be foreseen!”

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The Course of Honour

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Lindsey Davis
Lindsey Davis

Lindsey Davis, born in 1949 in the United Kingdom, is a renowned novelist. Her works are set against the backdrop of Roman history, particularly skilled at depicting the life of the Roman Empire. Davis's works are well-received by readers and have won numerous literary awards. more

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