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. "Yes, now," rejoined the infuriated dame; "perhaps, I may never have another opportunity. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter.
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