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- 0:00Speaker 1: Real. I like a look of agony, because I know
- 0:04Speaker 1: it's true. Men do not sham convulsion, nor simulate a throw.
- 0:09Speaker 1: The eyes gaze once, and that is death. Impossible to feign.
- 0:15Speaker 1: The beads upon the forehead, by homely anguish strung. Free
- 0:20Speaker 1: downloads e-book, PDF, to read offline on phone or e-reader,
- 0:24Speaker 1: or to print.