It makes me think she has someone to hide

In tenebris luges amissum, Galla, maritum. Iam plorare pudet te, puto, Galla, virum. You mourn in darkness, Galla, for your lost husband. I think, Galla, you are ashamed to weep for him openly. Solo al buio tu piangi, o Galla, il marito perduto, perché penso che a piangerlo senti vergogna, o Galla.

Martial, Epigrams, Book 4, LVIII
English translation by Holden Caulfield
Italian translation by Giuseppe Lipparini

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