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The prisoner was brought forward, pale and trembling; his hands were tied behind his back, and his embroidered robe was torn and soiled with dust and blood.
"You know me?" I roared out to him as he approached.
"Yes, my lord," he faltered out in a quivering voice, without lifting his eyes from the ground.
"And you know your conduct towards me?" I roared again.
The culprit made no answer.
"Do you suppose I took you with me that you should plot against me in Egypt, at Utica, at Gades?"
He still gave no reply.