"Oh, I loved him so much," Therese howled, rocketing into hysterical grief. "Oh, I thought he’d beat me again and have sex with me in the grave. I never thought he’d give me the black hand. I wish I was dead." She broke into frantic Deutsch. "[Where is the poison? Spray it in my mouth. No, let me kiss him, there must be poison on his tongue to kill a hundred women.]"