Ergo ut in amne nefas merso ter crine piavit verbaque sollicitas matrum solantia curas addidit, armatae ruit ad delubra Dianae rore sub Eoo, notasque ex ordine silvas et quercum gavisa videt.
So when she had dipped her hair thrice in the river to expiate the abomination and added words to comfort a mothers anxious cares, she hastens in the dew of dawn to armed Dianas shrine and rejoices to see the trees in their familiar row and the oak.
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