” Lucy replied. 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. It was as much as I could do to prevent him flying out of the house there and then and coming after you. Of course, he had no idea who I was. ’ ‘But he gives them to me. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. " A detective. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. He leaned forward to better drink her in.
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