” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. "What I do is for the best, and I can only hope she may have strength to bear the separation. Then blackness. 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. Perhaps once it had desired some other human being intolerably. She fell into another slumber, one which was more like a blackout.
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