. For her mother to betray her seemed inevitable, but the betrayal seemed worse than her fate. The light disappeared. 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. The way it had happened was stupid, absurd. He spoke only when he saw the sing-song girl he wanted to buy. They were Jonathan Wild and Quilt Arnold. White was scattered across the long stretches of pine trees and corn fields. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. A young man with shiny frock coat and very high collar, advanced towards her languidly. . Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. “I’d have to sneak out after everyone was asleep. Nothing was given away, and no one came so rich to the stall as to command all that it had to offer.
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