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the road not taken
ne itinere

marcus looks at the tree. the boy cries out. "boy," said octaviana, "it's on the road! not at all! the boy is running to pompeii!" marcus turns to himself. marcus looks at octavia. "what are you talking about," said marcus? boy is not in the way! tiberius lives at pompeii! you say false things!" octaviana is anxious. the warrior thinks to himself, "i need octavia to help!"
marcus ad arbōrem spectat. ad puerum clāmat. “puer,” inquit octāviāna, “est in viā! minimē! puer ad pompeiōs currit!” marcus sē vertit. marcus ad octāviānam spectat. “quid,” inquit marcus, “tū dīcis? puer nōn est in viā! tiberius pompeiīs habitat! tū dīcis rēs falsās!” octāviāna est anxia. bellātor sibi cōgitat, “necesse est mihi adiuvāre octāviānam!”