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. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. Send for Mr. It gave her joy to see them laughing, even though she was unsure of what she had done wrong. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. She knew the truth of it all right. Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. Terror had laid a paralyzing hand upon her, fear kept her almost unconscious of the curious glances which she was continually attracting. Anna left the room on tiptoe.
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