Ollie McGee

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.

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