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Theodot began speaking even more plainly, after a general silence and a muttering of: "Ye-es. well done."
"Well, now," he began slowly, lying back on his elbow and casting an occasional glance at the dark figure of the student, motionlessly stuck before him against the background of the starry sky; "well, now, I sinned absolutely over nothing. I killed a man over a mere trifle, you might say; all on account of a she-goat I had."