Then he saw upraised and reddened daggers, flashing in the light of the sun. He heard exclamations, ferocious and victorious. Quintus caught his arm again to hold him, but with new strength Cicero fought him off and pressed onward, and there was a bulk of salt in his throat and mist before his eyes. His limbs were heavy; it seemed he moved marble to approach the spot where he had last seen Julius among his friends. Now an awful uproar was about him, like thunder, and screams and shouts. He was jostled; he staggered. Men were wrestling, grasping each other, panting, their eyes gleaming like the
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