“I have come from a very unfashionable quarter,” she said, “and I do not think that I have been inside a milliner’s shop for a year. Her name is Lucia, she works in the Alberti Yarn Shop, across from Florestano the Butcher!” I happily rewarded her with a shiny new Florin and sent her off. His figure was tall and commanding, and the expression of his countenance (though somewhat disturbed by his recent exertion) was resolute and stern. I was one of the few. His fatigue was tacitly understood within the family; it was a phenomenon which everyone acknowledged as related to the trades. You have nothing more to fear from Wild. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake.
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