tum, si qua sonum procul arma dedere, stare loco nescit, micat auribus et tremit artus, collectumque fremens volvit sub naribus ignem.
Again, should he but hear afar the clash of arms, he cannot keep his place; he pricks up his ears, quivers in his limbs, and snorting rolls beneath his nostrils the gathered fire.
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