ac veluti, magnos cum ponunt aequora motus, Eurus et adversus desinit ire Noto, litore sollicito sonitus rarescit harenae, sic cadit inflexo lapsa puella genu.
And just as, when the seas abate their mighty motions and the East Wind ceases to battle with the South, along the buffeted shore the howling of the sand dies down, so did the poor woman, sinking, bow her knee and fall.
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