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. “Have you dropped from the skies?” Sydney asked wonderingly. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. He was an old, skilled vampire.
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