sic ait, et stridens sequitur convicia pinus per teneros crispata notos, et certa sub ipsum defertur stomachum rectoque inliditur ictu, sed resilit duro loricae excussa repulsu.
So speaks she, and the pine-shaft, launched through the yielding airs, goes hissing after her angry words. Sure-aimed, it hits the very stomach and smites hard with full force, but is struck off by the resistance of a hard cuirass, and rebounds;
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