illa gemens fractoque loqui vix murmure coepit (nam solitas voces ira dolorque rapit): nulla quidem medio convenit in aggere forma quaeque oculis olim sit repetenda meis, sed cruor et validis in nos directa lacertis ostendunt aliquem tela fuisse virum.
The tigress with moans and broken growls found speech with difficulty; for rage and pain robbed her of her usual utterance; No shape that my sight could afterwards recall confronted me in the middle of the road, but the blood and the weapon aimed at me by a powerful arm show that it was some man of might.
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