The Bride married her Bridegroom even though she was still
Start: Because I went off with the other one! I did! (Anguished.) And you would have too.
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End: Your son was my haven and I never betrayed him, but the other one’s arm dragged me away like a rip tide, like a mule kick, and would have gone on pulling me always, always, always, even if I’d been old and all the sons of your son had been there to hold me down by the hair!
Lorca, Federico Garcia, Blood Wedding. Translated by Lillian Groag, Dramatists Play Service Inc., 2002, p. 62.
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