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The Brothers: Have you not lifted up that veil of yours today? — Victor Hugo. In this peerless dramatic poem is typified the martyrdom of woman in her struggle for freedom throughout the ages. When the sister confesses, I loosed the swathing folds that bind me, to let soft airs of noonday in, and pleads piteously for pardon, the four brothers avenge their own outraged honor by stabbing her to death!
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