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. She shrugged her shoulders. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point.
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