At genetrix coetu glaucarum cincta sororum protinus icta malo vitrea de valle solutis exsiluit furibunda comis, ac verbere crebro oraque pectoraque et viridem scidit horrida vestem.
But his mother, surrounded by a bevy of her grey-green sisters, stricken by calamity leapt frenzied straightway from the vitreous valley, hair dishevelled, and with many a blow wildly tore her face and bosom and green raiment.
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