obstipui: non illa mihi formosior umquam visa, neque ostrina cum fuit in tunica, ibat et hinc castae narratum somnia Vestae, neu sibi neve mihi quae nocitura forent.
I stood entranced: never had she seemed to me more beautiful, even when she wore her crimson tunic, and was off to tell her dreams to chaste Vesta, in case they were dreams to bring her harm or me.
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