colligit itaque sese trebacissimus senex et, ut semper intrinsecus aestu pudoris excoquebatur, cur sibi Paeonius anteferretur: non miror, inquit, Auguste, si mihi standi locum praeripere conetur, qui tibi invadere non erubescit loquendi.
So this old gentleman, who was a decidedly artful person, pulled himself together, and found a vent for the blaze of shame which constantly burned within him as he thought how Paeonius was favoured above him. I am not at all surprised, Augustus, said he, that this fellow should attempt to rob me of my right to precedence, when he does not blush to usurp your right to speak.
final_alignments\Sidonius_Letters_Book1.json