It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. 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. Sanguine they were not. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks 90 in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a storm.
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