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For what injury had my unhappy wife done to you? whom you harassed and
plundered and ill-treated with every description of cruelty. What harm had
my daughter done to you? whose incessant weeping and mourning and misery
were so agreeable to you, though they moved the eyes and feelings of every
one else. What had my little son done? whom no one ever saw all the time
that I was away, that he was not weeping and lamenting; what, I say, had he
done that you should so often try to murder him by stratagem? What had my
brother done? who, when, some time after my departure, he arrived from his
province and thought that it was not worth his while to live unless I were
restored to him, when his chief and excessive and unprecedented mourning
seemed to render him an object of pity to every one, was constantly attacked
by you with arms and violence, he escaped with difficulty out of your hands.
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