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And now the morrow was arising with a faint gleam in the east, and already the sunrise had parted the moist shadows from high heaven, when suddenly there emerged from the forest a grotesque stranger, pitifully unkempt and gaunt with starvation. He stretched his hands in entreaty to us on the shore.

The Aeneid – Virgil