Have you seen walking through the village A man with downcast eyes and haggard face? That is my husband who, by secret cruelty never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty; Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth, And with broken pride and shameful humility, I sank into the grave. But what think you gnaws at my husband`s heart? The face of what I was, the face of what he made me! These are driving him to the place where I lie. In death, therefore, I am avenged.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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