Halmi : Oh my
back! It's killing me. Listen, folks, have you ever
seen a more wretched creature than I? Widowed at fourteen,
only three days after my wedding poor little me. I've
had to fend for myself, begging for food here, begging
for work there! Always hungry, often cold! Oh, what
is the point? i'll stop working and dance for a while.
(She dances around, holds out a gourd for collection
donations, then exits.)
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