Haec ubi continuato dolore delatravi, illa vultu placido nihilque meis questibus mota: Cum te, inquit, maestum lacrimantemque vidissem, ilico miserum exsulemque cognovi.
When I had done thus baying my unabated grief, she said, with a calm expression, unaffected by my complainings: When I saw you weeping in your grief I knew at once that you were wretchedly banished;
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