Nec mora, dum fervens equus quoddam itineris concavum valentiore impetu transiliret, lapsus decidi, et mox velut emoriens sensum penitus motumque omnem perdidi.
And behold, even as my fiery horse leapt with a mighty bound over a hollow place that was in the way, down fell I to the ground, and, as one ready to die, by and by utterly lost my senses and was no wise able to move.
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