Quae simul ac rostro ventosum proscidit aequor, tortaque remigio spumis incanuit unda, emersere freti candenti e gurgite vultus aequoreae monstrum Nereides admirantes.
So when she ploughed with her beak the windy expanse, and the wave churned by the oars grew white with foam-flakes, forth looked from the foaming surge of the sea the Nereids of the deep wondering at the strange thing.
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