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A FLOCK of sheep was spending the night on the broad steppe roadthat is called the great highway. Two shepherds were guarding it.One, a toothless old man of eighty, with a tremulous face, waslying on his stomach at the very edge of the road, leaning hiselbows on the dusty leaves of a plantain; the other, a young fellowwith thick black eyebrows and ... more>>