‘I might have killed you,’ she snapped, ‘if only you did not say anything. 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. Men do not understand constancy as women do. She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. Every moment. “I would like to go home,” she cried, “to please her.
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