Non vox ulla excidit ei, non oris color vultusve mutatus est; sedit immobilis'credo praecoqui gaudio verita irritare Fortunam', adeo ut quid mallet intuentibus eam fuerit incertum.
Not a word escaped her, neither her colour nor her expression changed; she sat unmoved'fearing, I suppose, by premature rejoicing to offend Fortune ', so much so that those who looked upon her were uncertain what her inclination was.
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