Torserat illa gravi iamdudum lumina vultu vix animos dextramque tenens, quin ipsa loquentis iret in ora deae; tanta pudor aestuat ira.
Long had Medea been rolling her eyes with lowering look, as she scarce held back her angry hands from flying at the very face of the goddess as she spoke; so wrathful is the tumult of shame within her.
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