quaerenti et tectis urbis sine fine furenti infelix simulacrum atque ipsius umbra Creusae visa mihi ante oculos et nota maior imago.
As I rushed in my quest madly and endlessly among the buildings of the city, there rose before my eyes the sad phantom and ghost of Cresa herself, a form larger than her wont.
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