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CHAPTER XI. In a perfectly dark spot by the wall of the widow's garden, stood the cynic philosopher who had met Antinous with so little courtesy, defending himself eagerly, but in low tones against the rebukes of another man, who, dressed, like himself in a ragged cloak and bearing a beggar's wallet, appeared to be one of the same kidney. "Do not deny," said the latter, "that you cling much to the Christians." "But hear me out," urged the other. "I need hear nothing, for I have s