His Wedded Wife (poem)
by Rudyard Kipling
Cry "Murder" in the market-place, and each Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyes Asking: "Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain Some centuries ago across the world. This bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain To-day.
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