paenituit vidisse deam, conversaque fidas ad comites: numquamne avidis arcebo rapinis hoc petulans foedumque pecus? semperque pudici decrescet mihi turba chori? sic deinde locuta depromit pharetra telum breve, quod neque flexis cornibus aut solito torquet stridore, sed una emisit contenta manu laevamque soporae Naidos aversa fertur tetigisse sagitta.
The goddess was irked by what she saw, and turning back to her trusty companions: Shall I never fend off this boisterous, foul brood from their greedy raids, and shall the number of my chaste company ever dwindle? So speaking, she takes a short shaft from her quiver nor shoots it with bent horns and the usual whiz, but dispatches it content with one hand, and they say she touched the sleeping Naiads left hand with the arrow reversed.
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