nec via mortis erat simplex; sed ubi ignea venis omnibus acta sitis miseros adduxerat artus, rursus abundabat fluidus liquor omniaque in se ossa minutatim morbo conlapsa trahebat.
Nor was the pathway to death uniform; but when the fiery thirst had coursed through all the veins and shrivelled the hapless limbs, in its turn a watery humour welled up and drew into itself all the bones, as piecemeal they melted with disease.
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