But whenever any of his personal friends managed 1 to push their way through the throng and catch his eye, Cyrus would stretch out his hand, draw them up to him, and say: Just wait, friends, until we get rid of the crowd, and then we will enjoy each other’s company quietly. So his friends would wait, but the throng would stream in greater and greater, so that evening would set in before he had leisure to share his friends’ company.
Cyropaedia. Xenophon. Walter Miller (Translator). Cambridge, MA. 1914.
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