" "Ah, yes; that coat. “It is the same man, Annabel,” she said. 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. Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders.
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