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Text: In his need, the child goes to his father's comrades, plucking at one man's cloak, another's tunic. Some pity him and then hold out a cup, letting him for a moment wet his lips, without moistening his palate. Another man whose parents are still living pushes him out of the feast, hitting him with his fist, insulting him: "Go away, just as you are. You've no father at our feast." So, in tears, the child returns to his widowed mother. That child is our son Astyanax. Each paragraph will be a test.

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