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Felix said, "That's Katelina van Borselen. You know. She's nineteen. They sent her to Scotland to marry. She must have come back with the Bishop. And I may be blind, but I don't see a husband."
Married or unmarried, the girl called Katelina was wearing the steeple headdress. The hennin had caught the wind and was furling and unfurling its veil like a flagpole so that she had to hold it with both tight-cuffed hands. She wore no ring, but there were two possible suitors beside her, presumably off the same ship. One was an elegant older man with a beard, wearing a draped hat and gown Julius would swear came from Florence. The other was some silly gallant.


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The henchman held, with some care, the leash of a muscular hound with an identical crest on its back-cloth. Hand on sword-hilt, his master (. his master - , , . -, ) was posed like a painting, one shapely limb flexed in its blue hose, the other stalwartly straight in its white.

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Claes, transfixed beside Julius, allowed his feather to wander. Julius sneezed without caesing to gaze at the paragon who, in turn, had caught sight of the bathing basin.

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The man called Simon said, "My poor man, you take your time, you Flemish clods, don't you? I saw some beer."
His Flemish was very good. The lock-keeper had no trouble accepting insults from gentlemen, especially if he saw a profit in it. He said, "It's a custom, my lord. Beer during the passage to Bruges, and the dues paid on the way back. My lord is going to Bruges?"
Julius wondered how anyone, even a lock-keeper, could imagine he saw a promise of beer in that smiling face. The Scots noble called Simon continued to smile.


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He was sorry, but not very sorry that he had failed to take the boy's entire measure.


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It was a common story. A servant of one houshold or the daughter of another made a mistake, and the mistake was reared thriftily, and appeared with blue nails in Flanders.
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