I am—’ ‘Like me, entirely English. 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. You will make her suffer. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. “Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked.
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