obtutu gelida ora premit, laetusque per artus horror iit; sensit manifesto numine ductos affore, quos nexis ambagibus augur Apollo portendi generos, vultu fallente ferarum, ediderat.
Fixed his eyes, mute his frozen lips, and a shudder of joy ran through his frame. He saw that here would be  the sons-in-law led by manifest deity whose portended advent in the delusive semblance of wild beasts augur Apollo had announced in riddling wise.
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