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. She liked the animated eagerness of his manner. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. ” She took the blue box from her hoodie and held it towards him.
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