" The stranger said nothing, but hastily brushed away a tear. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. ” “Then perhaps,” she answered, with a new coldness in her tone, “perhaps I really do not care.
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