...But thehero wrings the bird’s neck, and the ogre dies on thespot... 
Sir James George Frazer 「The Golden Bough」
...Aloud she cries, and wrings her hands: not a shred of her robe remains untorn across her breast...
Chretien DeTroyes 「Four Arthurian Romances」
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martins contemporary fumble
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