“Do you know this...or is it gossip?”
“We just went by his place. She’s there now. I would know her voice anywhere.”
“Yes, of course...”
“I don’t like his slaves, as you know, and I don’t think they are fit company for Kleis.”
“No, no, certainly, I shall speak to her...”
“It will take more than that, I’m afraid.”
“Why, Alcaeus, she’s a mere child...”
“Oh come now, Kleis must be fourteen or more. If she were my daughter, a pretty girl...” He held up a warning finger, then left.
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Fourteen? No doubt he meant well, was sincere, but I resented the implication.