at quae fida fuit nulli, post victa senecta ducit inops tremula stamina torta manu firmaque conductis adnectit licia telis tractaque de niveo vellere ducta putat.
But she whom no one has found true, thereafter poor and bowed with age draws out the twisted yarn with shaking hand and for hire fastens firm the leashes to the loom and pulls and cleans the handfuls of snowy wool.
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