Talia cernenti mihi quantus in ossibus horror, quisve per ora color! qualis cum cerva cruentis circumuenta lupis, nullum cui pectore molli robur et in volucri tenuis fiducia cursu, praecipitat suspensa fugam, iam iamque teneri credit et elusos audit concurrere morsus.
As I saw such things, what shuddering was in my bones, what colour on my face! Like a deer surrounded by bloody wolves, whose soft heart knows no strength, whose meagre trust is in her speed; in terror she flees headlong and each moment thinks herself caught, hearing the snap of the bites she has eluded.
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