“God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. 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.
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