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 highest form of knowledge was magic: the priesthood. She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep.
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