For no other reason, Gellius, did I hope for your faith to me in this our
unhappy, this our desperate love, not because I knew you well or thought you
constant or able to restrain your mind from a shameless act), but because I saw
this girl whose love kept knawing at me was neither your mother nor your sister.
And although I have had many mutual dealings with you, I did not believe this
case to be enough cause for you. You considered it enough: so great is your joy
in every kind of wrongdoing in which there is some vice.
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