sed fida vias arcanaque coniunx senserat; utque toris primo complexa iacebat aurorae pallore virum, quos, callide, motus quamve fugam moliris? ait.
But his faithful wife sensed his secret urge to be away. Lying on their bed at the first pale of dawn, her arms around him: Trickster, she said, what moves, what flight are you plotting?
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