“I will not marry him, Mother!
I do not wish to ‘live like a lady,’
Lower me in a grave with those Towels![[70]]
Better to lie in a coffin than to see his face.”
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“O fortune-teller, how long will I live in this world
Without my sweetheart?
Granny-Pigeon,
My Heart, Nenka, tell me the truth,
Is my lover alive and in health?