non frustra quidam iam nunc in limine perstat sedulus ac crebro prospicit ac refugit et simulat transire domum, mox deinde recurrit solus et ante ipsas exscreat usque fores.
Not without reason even now some one stands patient on the threshold, looks oft in front, retreats, feigns to pass by the house, but soon runs back again alone, and hawks without cease before the very door.
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