The Bath Slave's Discoverion

There was a great serpent like mark of tattoo and wod circling my body in two wide zones. The more he rubbed, the bluer those accursed marks became this might well be. So i tossed him an extra coin, covered my invited tattoo and went forth fully determined to examine and read it. On a better and more private opportunity, my next visit was to an etruscan barber who was shaving all and sundry under a green, white awning in a pleasant little piazza. He reaped my antique stubble with many an of surprise and disgust at its toughness. But there on my shoulder was obvious evidence of the slash he had alluded to. I took