Revenge

A hen-pecked London publican who died at the end of the 19th century left his property to his wife - on condition that every year, on the anniversary of his death, she walked barefoot to the local market, held up a lighted candle and read out a full confession of her nagging ways. The theme of the confession was that if her tongue had been shorter, her husband’s days would probably have been longer. If she failed to keep the appointment, she was to receive no more than £20 a year - just enough to live on.