eripui, fateor, leto me et vincula rupi limosoque lacu per noctem obscurus in ulva delitui, dum vela darent, si forte dedissent.
I snatched myself, I confess, from death; I burst my bonds, and lurked all night in a muddy mere, hidden in the sedge, until they should set sail, in case they would.
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