ille dolens nondum, sed ferri frigore primo territus, in clipeum turbatos colligit artus; mox intellecto magis ac magis aeger anhelat vulnere.
The other felt no pain as yet, but alarmed by the first chill of the steel gathered his troubled limbs behind his shield. Presently, more and more conscious of the wound, he gasps distressed.
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