But I am here. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. 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 noted that she was fully dressed, that her hair was carefully done, that there was a knotted ribbon around her throat. She guessed Jack was having trouble finding the right piece of carving. "Have nine years so changed me, that there is no trace left of your adopted son?" "God bless me!" ejaculated the carpenter, rubbing his eyes, "can—can it be?" "Surely," screamed Mrs. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation.
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