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. I would have liked to know. The door to the room in question was closed. But the mere recognition of his son’s signature was enough to stoke the fires of his long-held rage.
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