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Father and mother gave me up dead in these days, nor was; life or stir yet wthin me. Then one. A kinswoman very graious . began to cover me with garments, held and guarded me, covered me as honourable with protecting a robe as her own child, till beneath her bosom, as my destiny was, I became mighty in spirit among those who were no kin of mine. The beautiful kinswoman afterwards fed me, till I grew up, could set out more widely on journeys; she had the fewer of her own dear sons and daughters by what she did thus.